Demon Venerable Avatar? Nothing More Than This!

The Devouring Sky Mirror floated in midair. Its pitch-black surface seemed capable of drawing in one's very soul, making no one dare meet its gaze.

The aura of the Devouring Sky Hou?

"That old fool Zhen Wu really treats you well, to actually bestow a Dao Artifact upon you for protection."

The birth of every Dao Artifact required a mountain of heavenly treasures and rare materials. The resources consumed could even empty out a small or medium-sized sect. Even some Dao Lords might not possess a Dao Artifact.

But no matter how powerful a Dao Artifact was, in the eyes of the Demon Venerable Avatar, it was nothing more than that.

One had to know that his true body was a dignified Demon Venerable, standing at the same realm as a Primal Chaos Realm Dao Lord.

Having opened up a Small World within his body, if he wished, he could nurture a Dao Artifact corresponding to any Great Dao at any time.

The lotus petals gradually withered, while the killing intent within them steadily thickened, as though one had been cast into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Every petal was a cut through space, capable of taking lives. Within them echoed the cries and curses of countless wronged souls, able to taint flesh and blood as well as souls—even Great Daos would be affected.

Yet, upon nearing the Devouring Sky Mirror, they could not withstand its devouring force. They turned into sheets of bloody sea that poured from Space Cracks. Unable to shake it, most were swallowed, while the scant remainder was annihilated by Jiang Shu with the Great Dao of Thunder and Lightning.

Thunder and lightning were the blades of the Heavenly Dao, utterly rigid and utterly yang, with especially potent killing power against such