Whoosh!
In the void, the pure clash of laws between the powerful beings resembled three primordial black holes frantically influencing one another. Their wills and great Daos became astral gales powerful enough to overturn rivers of stars, whipping everyone's robes into a furious flutter.
Yuangeng, the little phoenix, and Heavenly Venerable Lingbao were all mighty beings firmly within the domain of Heavenly Emperors. Yet at their first meeting, none hurried to fight. Instead, they observed and scrutinized one another, trying to see through their opponents' foundations and expose their weaknesses.
"Burial Emperor-as far as I know, no cultivator bore your name throughout the Mythical Era or the Primordial Era. Could you be a being who survived from the previous epoch?"
The middle-aged Daoist standing amid the four Killing Swords studied Yuangeng's face for a long time. Only after confirming beyond doubt that it was entirely different from the Netherworld Venerable's face in his memories did he speak in a low voice.
His words carried an unquestionable air of condescension and interrogation. Even though Yuangeng's combat strength stood at the heavenly emperor tier, just like his own, Heavenly Venerable Lingbao remained confident that he could suppress him.
"But I know you. You aren't the true Heavenly Venerable Lingbao."
Yuangeng had no intention of answering directly. He, too, was examining the four darkness-tainted Killing Swords and the chaos-colored formation diagram above his opponent's head as he spoke quietly.
In the memories of the dark, Great Accomplished Indestructible Golden Body, Heavenly Venerable Lingbao had once been one of the leaders of the Old Nine Heavens in a certain era. With his Four Swords soaring through the sky and his peerless Nine Secrets: Zu, he had slain countless beings of darkness.
"Of course not. The Heavenly Venerable Lingbao you know died long ago. His