The disc slowly revolved, scattering black and white qi throughout heaven and earth. Countless turning wheels could dimly be seen rising and sinking upon it, the myriad faces of all living beings, good and evil, cause and effect-all contained within.
The sword hung above the disc, yet could not bring itself to descend.
Heavenly Pivot trusted his sword, trusted that this thing could not stop him. But precisely because he trusted it, he could not strike.
If he brought his sword down, he could indeed grievously wound Chu Mo, but the Netherworld Court's reincarnation would also suffer devastating damage, perhaps even shatter. Then Yin and Yang would fall out of order in Fuli, countless departed souls would have nowhere to go, and the order of reincarnation would collapse...
He could not bear those consequences.
Though heaven's punishment could not affect his sect, to him it would be a very real tribulation. Even setting aside his own tribulation, he could not ignore the final resting place of Fuli's countless living beings.
At that moment, he sensed the [Heaven's Heart] divine ability fade away on its own, no longer manifesting within him. His expression turned utterly grim as he looked at Chu Mo and said coldly:
"Did you come here to play the shameless rogue?"
And to think he had begun to change his opinion of this scoundrel, believing that despite coming from Tribulation Deliverance, the man possessed some measure of forthright dignity. Now it seemed he was indeed cut from the same cloth.
At this, Chu Mo said calmly, "Reincarnation was formed from This Venerable's Dharmic Treasure. Why should I not use it in a magical duel?"
Then a carefree smile appeared on his face, and he declared in a ringing voice:
"Fellow Daoist, feel free to attack with all your