"What a pity. As an Indestructible Golden Body, he was destined to be unable to attain the Dao..."
Among the distant crowd, an old man shook his head.
"Indeed, what a pity..."
Hearing this, amid the surrounding murmurs of agreement, quite a few heavenly prodigies seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
Rumble!
Above the ruins.
The eight figures of Ancient Emperors and Great Emperors moved simultaneously.
They unleashed the supreme secret arts they had relied upon to dominate the Ancient Road in their youth.
Some threw Star Divine Fists, some slashed out chaotic sword light, some roared World-Destroying Thunderclaps, while others manifested Ten Thousand Laws Return to Ruin...
At that moment, eight utterly different yet equally terrifying offensive arts sealed off every one of Tan Lin's escape routes and descended with world-destroying might!
Yet faced with this encirclement that would have driven any prodigy of his generation into despair, golden light blazed in Tan Lin's eyes.
Not only did he not retreat, his battle intent instead surged toward the heavens.
"Good timing!"
With a thunderous shout, the golden blood energy around him boiled, transforming into blazing golden divine flames.
He no longer held anything back. Thrilled by the challenge, he unleashed every achievement from his years of cultivation and Dao comprehension!
Myriad Selves: Great Hand Seal!!!
At that instant, he held two fingers together like a sword and pressed forward through the air, effortlessly triggering the Divine Forbidden.
His movement appeared slow, yet it seemed to stir the tides of heaven and earth.
Buzz...
In an instant.
Behind him, space and time rippled violently, and one blurry phantom after another appeared.
There were as many as eight youthful Ancient Emperor figures formed from humanoid lightning—but so what?
At this moment, the unique Dao Law fluctuations of the Myriad Selves