The battlefield had become utter chaos.
Countless paths of law tangled and collided here, muddling the workings of heaven beyond recognition. Great Yin moonlight, declining lifespan filthlight, pale grief...
The divine abilities of more than a dozen taboos interwove, turning this stretch of heaven and earth upside down. It was as chaotic as primordial creation.
Chu Moqing stood at the center of the battlefield, eerie light flickering around him.
He had neither used his full strength nor deployed Great Black Heaven to divide the battlefield. Everything was meant to stoke the taboos' fighting spirit and make this place more chaotic. The longer they fought, the more muddled the workings of heaven became.
And the more muddled they became, the more clearly he could sense that elusive opportunity.
But the price was very real.
Boom!
A taboo's eerie flame rushed straight at him. Chu Mo commanded a Yin Spirit to hold its weapon before him and intercept it, only for another streak of filthlight to graze his shoulder.
The Imperial Robe tore, exposing a patch of withered skin.
The filthlight spread rapidly, corroding his Dharma Form and attempting to bring the five decays of celestial beings down upon him.
Chu Mo frowned slightly. His true scripture circulated, forcibly shattering the filthlight. Yet in that brief instant, three more divine abilities descended at once.
The Yin Spirits swarmed forward, blocking most of the attacks for him. A smaller portion still struck his Dharma Form, bursting into clouds of stardust.
"Cough, cough." Chu Mo gave a muffled grunt. These taboos were stronger than he had expected.
Though they could not compare to the Fuli Immortal Dao, they far surpassed the Outer Dao of other worlds. With more than a dozen joining forces, their power compounded layer upon layer, showing faint signs of being