In the sky.
Two lines of sweeping characters shone brightly:
"The Sun and Moon's Course,"
"As Though They Rose from Within."
Around those two lines, an endless torrent of flying swords rained down from the sky.
Li Baiyue could not fend them off. He roared, struggling to break free, but the tide of flying swords blasted him deep into the earth.
A crater seemed to have appeared on the icefield.
Endless black flames billowed from the pit, burning fiercely without pause.
—The Youhuang Sword's divine might: Eternal Dust.
"A living being struck by the blade will burn until reduced to ash, unless the sword's master dispels Eternal Dust or is killed."
Though the sword had never undergone Dimensional Ascension, its full power was not much less than that of a Mystic Yellow Divine Weapon.
Boom—
A flame-wreathed blur shot into the sky and hurled a punch at Xu Yuan with all its might.
Xu Yuan was sent flying.
Seizing the opening, the figure flew farther into the sky.
But Xu Yuan raised a hand and formed a Sword Seal.
In an instant.
The sword in his hand vanished.
A teeth-grating scrape came from high above.
Li Baiyue hurtled toward the ground even faster, headfirst and feet up.
Boom! Boom!
Both of them crashed into the icefield.
Xu Yuan lay at the bottom of an impact crater. He drew a deep breath and moved his arms and legs again.
So this was an Ancient God?
The blow just now had been remarkably powerful, bolstered by some kind of secret art. He had had no time to block it.
But—
He was barely hurt.
An Ancient God truly lived up to his place as one of Truth's Two Aspects!
As the thought crossed his mind, he sensed his opponent shooting skyward again,