Above the Dao Palace, Xu Xuan sheathed his sword.
Dense victory gold radiance surged skyward, sweeping away the starlight. First Sea's draconic body had been cut in two, and starkly different sword intents churned within his wounds, preventing them from healing.
Guixu shattered and the tides receded. The dragonkin transformed again, assuming a human body with a dragon's head. Only now, a horrifying wound stretched across his waist and abdomen, with black curse script shifting over it to hold his body together.
First Sea reached out and touched the injuries within his Dharma Body. Ash-gray Thunderbolt darted through them, constantly wearing away his Divine Status, while Qian Heaven's golden light gradually turned his flesh to gold.
His aura plummeted, and he struggled to gather his Divine Abilities. Yet he still looked over, his gaze grave and his killing intent undiminished.
The reverse scale in the sky drifted down and returned to his neck. The figure of the Daoist reflected within it grew increasingly distinct, while First Sea gently stroked the scale.
Use it, or not?
Kill him, or not?
If I wished, I would only have to pay the price of spending five hundred years in seclusion healing. Even a Purple Mansion Peak cultivator would meet a bitter end here. But was it worth using against this Mu Youdu?
Yet if I did not kill him now, I might never get another chance.
First Sea pondered in silence, seemingly forgetting Xu Xuan before him. An utterly terrifying aura emanated from the reverse scale at his neck, even stronger than before.
"Mu Youdu, your understanding of Yin-Yang is truly extraordinary. You probably... inherited the legacy of that one in the Northern Sea."
His dragon pupils shifted, ferocity spilling forth. Yet First Sea now recalled that flawless certainty: had he not suffered