Lu Changqing stared at the fish and grass before him.
All the effort he had poured in over the years seemed to have flowed east with the river, utterly wasted.
When Lu Changqing tried to mobilize the power within his body once more,
he discovered that it was pitifully weak.
This was the terror of Reversion to Origin.
Just imagine it: the cultivation and strength one had painstakingly built over tens of millions of years
would ultimately, overnight,
be completely destroyed.
Nothing would remain.
How many people could accept such a blow?
Even Lu Changqing had always believed his Dao heart to be incomparably steadfast.
Yet before the power of Reversion to Origin, it was still not worth mentioning.
He raised his head. King Long Wu and Lian also raised their heads.
They looked at Xu Zimo in the heavens.
"Y-you... what kind of demonic sorcery is this?"
"It's an illusion. It must be an illusion."
The three of them clearly did not believe it.
Nor were they willing to believe it.
Unfortunately, Xu Zimo merely looked at the three of them calmly.
Then he said indifferently,
"It seems I may have been a little too cruel."
"Since that is the case, I'll let you die in this state."
"Consider it my final mercy."
Xu Zimo casually waved his hand.
In an instant, several streaks of saber qi burst forth.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The three figures were instantly annihilated within the saber qi.
In truth, all three had wanted to evade.
Unfortunately, they were no longer at their peak.
When the saber qi fell,
the three of them were like genuine ants, slain outright by the saber qi.
One could see just how terrifying Reversion to Origin was.
It was equivalent to directly stripping others of their power.
Reverting them