The path of cultivation is inherently against the heavens, like a boat sailing against the current; not advancing is retreating.

BOOM!

Amid an earth-shaking blast.

The enormous dark-red eye trembled violently.

A streak of blackish-red blood rained down from the heavens.

Pan Xionghui's massive body, struck by an invisible tremendous force, came crashing down from the sky as well.

But... while Pan Xionghui was still in midair.

From the depths of darkness, a colossal shadow resembling a mountain range suddenly burst forth.

The shadow was like a dragon and like a serpent, winding on for an unknown tens of thousands of zhang.

Its enormous body flashed past.

The crowd could only vaguely make out a blurred human face at the front of its body.

Before anyone could see clearly, the colossal shadow had already wrapped tightly around Pan Xionghui's body, its terrifying power contracting.

A series of startling crackles immediately rang out from the bones throughout Pan Xionghui's body.

Jets of blood burst from his wounds.

Yet the blood did not fall to the ground. Instead, it intertwined in midair, condensing into thick blood-colored chains.

Pan Xionghui suddenly clasped both hands around the colossal shadow coiled about him.

Even as the bones and flesh across his body continuously shattered beneath the terrifying pressure, not a trace of fear appeared on his face.

Then, Pan Xionghui's lips moved, as though a thunderous voice was sounding.

But the scene before them had been separated from the present by far too many years.

They could only see his lips moving; they could not hear a word of what he said.

The instant his words ended.

The blood-colored chains filling the sky tightened at once.

Pan Xionghui and the colossal shadow, tangled together, plunged toward the depths of the battlefield.

Wherever those two massive figures passed, the earth collapsed and space shattered.

Above the heavens, the enormous dark-red eye rapidly opened and closed at