Rumble...
Roar...
Above the void, dark clouds piled up!
Endless lightning flashed, mingled with the angry roars of some living being.
They shook the Three Realms.
The Sages throughout the Three Realms sensed something, and one after another, they flew beyond their realms and arrived in the Ninefold Heavens of the Immortal Realm.
However, because they could not ascend to the Ninth Layer, they could only watch from around the Sixth Heaven.
Aside from He Pingsheng, only Ming Yue and Shang Xihong could reach the Ninth Layer.
She should now be called He Yuhong.
"Father..." He Yuhong looked at He Pingsheng nervously. "What happened?"
"You... you... fused with it?"
He Pingsheng nodded, but his gaze remained fixed on the lightning in the void as he said, "Your father has fused with it... hahaha..."
"Let's see what the Heavenly Dao can do to me today!"
Boom...
The next moment!
In the void, silver lightning transformed into an enormous fist a hundred thousand zhang across. It plunged from the void above the nine heavens, striking straight at the top of He Pingsheng's head.
Sensing the power of that enormous fist overhead, He Pingsheng dared not take it lightly. With a wave of his hand, the black and white stone discs flew out separately to guard above his head.
Rumble...
The massive fist slammed straight into the shield spread above his head.
The fist collapsed, turning into a boundless sea of lightning.
The power of that lightning enveloped the barrier, constantly eroding its strength.
Yet the energy and Daoist law within He Pingsheng seemed inexhaustible as they poured into the World-Grinding Disc.
The restrictions on the World-Grinding Disc were not weakened; instead, they grew somewhat stronger.
Soon, this wave of the Heavenly Dao's attack dissipated.
"Amitabha..." Ming Yue's face was filled with shock.