Many Limitless Ones felt a faint envy for the inclusiveness of the Primordial Unity Limitless Dao.
When it came to reaching +3, they had faced obstruction at every turn—from the Great Dao and from the Dao at the heart of their own Foundations. Pangu, in particular, had suffered the most.
If they could have traded places with Meng Chuan, they might well have done so.
Of course, they might have been willing, but Meng Chuan was not.
In short, the more forcefully and comprehensively Meng Chuan displayed his power while pummeling the Demon of the Dao's Opposition, the more restless the Limitless Ones grew, and the more the Great Powers stood in awe of him.
The battle raged on. Time passed, and the Demon of the Dao's Opposition grew ever weaker, his Breath falling further and further.
The Limitless Ones watched from the sidelines. From beginning to end, none showed any intention of intervening, whether Meng Chuan and the Demon of the Dao's Opposition emerged injured or unscathed.
It had nothing to do with them anyway.
At one point, however, the Limitless One of Bodhi spoke. "Does he intend to... beat the Demon Ancestor into serious injury?"
"He won't stop until he's dealt the Demon Ancestor a grievous blow?"
If both his Origin and his Great Dao were gravely injured, that would be a miserable fate indeed.
On the battlefield, Meng Chuan showed no sign of holding back or losing momentum. He remained as forceful as ever, pushing the Demon of the Dao's Opposition closer and closer to his limit.
It looked as though Meng Chuan had no intention of stopping.
"Who knows?" Nuwa said calmly. "The Demon of the Dao's Opposition can only endure it."
The other Limitless Ones fell silent.
True enough. In this battle, the Demon of