Above the sea of clouds, Li Ping'an and the Extraterrestrial Demon's Dharma Form, which had taken Qing Xuan's shape, stood proudly.
The Extraterrestrial Demon formed the Pojun Seal with his hands again.
One art gave birth to ten thousand arts, enduring forever, never coming to naught.
Tribulation clouds massed, and the sky abruptly darkened for a thousand miles around.
The fighting between the two sides had reached its fiercest moment.
Landscape Scrolls unfurled across the sky, lending momentum to the tribulation lightning.
Li Ping'an raised his head and looked at the brewing tribulation lightning. It could no longer be undone.
He held a sword that looked extremely light and thin, like a woman's sword.
The last person to wield it had been Zhang Song.
The sword was named Heart-Questioning.
Li Changshou held the sword in one hand and struck.
It swept diagonally down from above.
A moment later, heaven and earth fell silent.
The tribulation lightning had dispersed...
The battle between the two sides did not end because of this.
It surpassed even the battle between Qing Xuan and the Demon Ancestor.
At last, the Extraterrestrial Demon stood on a mountaintop, gazing ahead.
His eyes brimmed with hatred, and behind him, mountains and cave abodes collapsed with thunderous crashes.
The vast region had become a scene too wretched to behold in this catastrophe.
As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but ruins and scorched earth.
All life had been severed. Nothing remained.
Qing Xuan's body was already battered beyond recognition.
Half of it had been stripped away, leaving a mangled mass of flesh and blood.
Yet it remained as imposing as a mountain, hideous and terrifying.
The talismans and Landscape Dharma Seals branded into his Primordial Spirit were rapidly collapsing.
That had been Qing Xuan's last remaining