At the farthest reaches of Chaos, Yangmei's true body, the Hollow Willow, stretched boundlessly, rivaling even Mount Buzhou in size. Hundreds of millions of silver willow branches, wreathed in dense spatial laws, pierced the barriers of time and space.
They crossed hundreds of millions of miles in an instant, some sweeping toward Daochen and the others, the rest toward Daoist Shichen.
Vast saintly might filled heaven and earth, surging as though it would overwhelm the cosmos. Before the branches even drew near, their boundless sharpness had already torn through the heavens. There was no doubt that even a Supreme Xiantian Spiritual Treasure could be pierced in an instant.
"Do all you old fossils have no shame?"
Daochen's expression darkened. He cursed, and his aura surged into the sky.
An enormous Golden Crow phantom instantly appeared behind him. Its wings spread across a hundred and ninety-eight thousand miles as he snatched up Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi and flew toward the distant void.
Although Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi had already entered the Early Quasi-Saint Stage, if Great Immortal Yangmei's furious strike hit them, their souls would surely be scattered into oblivion.
Once one reached the level of a Primordial Unity Great Luo Golden Immortal, one's very existence entered an entirely different world.
Calling it the difference between an ant and a mighty dragon was no exaggeration. In fact, upon closer examination, the gulf might be even greater!
After all, "Until you become a saint, you remain an ant" was no idle saying!
Meanwhile, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had already gathered together, their expressions grave as they watched the willow branches streak toward them like silver needles. Even though their bodies had now broken through to the Quasi-Saint Realm, they dared not show the slightest arrogance.
After all, this was a