Jiang Yun's body seemed forged from Grand Dao Divine Metal. No matter how the Soul River's corrosive power ate at him, it left only faint white marks on his skin.
Dao Ancestor Hua Sheng's chains of runes wound around him, but they were like ants trying to shake a tree. Jiang Yun tore them apart with his bare hands.
His opponents, meanwhile, had long since been battered into a sorry state.
Dao Ancestor Hua Sheng's Primordial Spirit had been forced from his body three times and nearly burned away by the Dao Flame. Dao Ancestor Gui Du's prized Soul River had been blown apart by one of Jiang Yun's punches, its countless souls wailing as they vanished in the flames.
Their bodies were like candles guttering in the wind, smashed apart and re-formed again and again. Each rebirth consumed vast amounts of their Origin.
With every movement Jiang Yun made, it was as though the Three Thousand Worlds fell at once. Grand Dao Laws followed every gesture, and the terrifying might of his body crushed every attack.
He broke through all arts by sheer force. The display made Dao Ancestor Gui Du and Dao Ancestor Hua Sheng feel as though their livers and gallbladders would burst; they were finding themselves increasingly unable to keep up.
Above the Sacrificial Sea, waves churned with an eerie, dim light. When the battle between Jiang Yun, Guidu, and Huasheng erupted, the whole expanse of space-time trembled.
The battle had raged for decades and drawn the attention of many. Dao Ancestors watching from afar looked on in shock and whispered among themselves. Threads of divine sense slipped toward the combatants like swimming fish, seeking a glimpse of the earth-shaking fight.
"Dao Origin of the Underworld is fighting Dao Ancestor Hua Sheng. Why is Guidu of