Outside the Netherworld Court, Pure Keeper, Mystic Respondent withdrew his gaze.
"I can't see anymore," he said softly, a trace of regret in his voice.
Yan Huan glanced at him and asked casually, "Do you think the Sect Master can win, fellow Daoist?"
Zhi Su pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "It will be difficult."
"Oh?"
"The gulf between the Heaven and Earth Dao and the All Beings Dao is nothing like the difference between ordinary cultivation realms. Those who have completed the Heaven and Earth Dao have a Dao that runs through Fuli, inside and out, like the sun and moon hanging high above."
"Although our junior brother the Sect Master possesses exceptional talent and commands the Netherworld, he only recently entered Dao Integration. Against a mid-stage Dao Integration sword cultivator like Heavenly Pivot, his chances are slim."
At that, Yan Huan chuckled. "Then should we prepare to come to his aid?"
"Of course."
Zhi Su nodded. "We can't actually let the Sect Master perish."
He hadn't seen enough yet.
... Inside the Netherworld Court, the battle raged on. Before they knew it, several days had passed.
Heavenly Pivot's sword intent was like the might of heaven and earth. Even suppressed within the Netherworld Court, it still forced Chu Mo onto the back foot, driving him steadily back.
The two fought from the Netherworld Court's Eastern Territory to its Western Territory, then from the Western Territory back to the Eastern Territory. Wherever they passed, the netherworld soil was overturned. Countless Yin Spirit Ghost Officials scattered and fled, panicking like dogs bereft of their homes.
Had their battlefield not been inside the Netherworld Court, the stray shock waves of their clash alone would have been enough to shatter countless dust-speck minor realms around Fuli into nothingness. Even so,