Amid the roars, black-clad warriors carrying long halberds marched forward in lockstep.
At a glance, the ranks of Black Warriors stretched beyond sight!
Terrifying Aura Pressure shrouded them. With a mighty, weighty, sweeping momentum, they surged forward, radiating an air of invincibility that seemed impossible to withstand!
That air became light and spread outward!
The Spirit Light of Chen Cuo's Divine Ability showed signs of breaking apart the instant it met that immense force!
And it was not just his Spirit Light. Even his Immortal Body, forged through special means, began to come apart, as though it would Revert to Root, Return to Origin, dissolve into pure Primordial Vital Energy, and scatter!
Fortunately, Chen Cuo's mastery of his true body had already reached a profound level. He still lacked refined Acupoints and could not fully unite spirit, flesh, Nature, and Life, but with a turn of his will, he could command every part of his flesh, bones, and Spirit Veins. The light would not truly tear him apart!
Yet Chen Cuo had glimpsed the workings behind it.
"This power can suppress Transcendence?" At the thought, he swept a hand out, sending the Five-Colored Divine Light shooting forth. Before it could fly far, however, it broke apart and collapsed.
"Don't waste your strength!"
The Lord of Self smiled faintly. Standing amid the crowd, he was like the moon surrounded by stars, the central figure of heaven and earth!
Amusement showed in his eyes. "Before the tide of history, everything an individual possesses is insignificant. So-called Divine Abilities and Daoist arts are no more than footnotes in history books. They may make the story more exciting, lend it a touch of legend, but they cannot change its course!"
At the end, his voice grew heavier, his words laden with meaning. "History belongs