Clearlight Peak was a bewildering world turned upside down.
By this point, neither knew how long they had been fighting. Layers of dreams shattered, only to pile up anew. They fought to the very end of the dreamscape, until even Great Black Heaven had been ground out of existence.
Only two Dharma Forms remained, facing each other from afar.
One stood three hundred and thirty thousand zhang tall, illusory and unreal, wounded all over.
The other stood sixty thousand zhang tall, shattered and utterly wretched.
At last, both stopped attacking at the same time.
Xuan Cheng looked at Chu Mo opposite him, his expression complicated. Only after a long while did he say, "Junior brother, neither of us can do anything to the other. Let's stop."
Chu Mo smiled. "Not necessarily."
Xuan Cheng abruptly choked on his words. He looked at the wounds on his body. An eerie light lingered over them, preventing them from healing.
Then he looked at Chu Mo. The other man's Dharma Form was covered in cracks, and though it looked quite alarming, such injuries were no more than flesh wounds to a True Lord. Circulating his profound art would make them vanish.
And besides-sensing the hundred years of lifespan he had just lost, Xuan Cheng finally sighed. "Have you forgotten Chang Le, junior brother?"
"Our grievances all began with her. Why fight to the death here, bringing pain to those close to us and joy to our enemies?"
Chu Mo's gaze steadied. He was about to speak when Xuan Cheng continued, "Since you want to know about the Dream Dao, I'll simply tell you."
He immediately fell silent.
Seeing this, Xuan Cheng was the first to withdraw his Dharma Form and descend to the ground.
With a wave of his hand, a layer of dreams