Beyond the heavens, the flames of the Great Dao around the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, which had been on the verge of dying out, suddenly surged, burning even more fiercely and blazing with renewed brilliance.
His figure, which had dimmed and gradually blurred, solidified once more within the flames.
His vast, boundless aura swept through the Mortal World and beyond like an ocean tide, shaking the myriad universes and awakening every dormant law.
Bathed in the flames of the Great Dao, he seemed reborn from the fires of nirvana. Step by step, he emerged again, his figure dazzling as the sun, his might unrivaled, once more reigning over the Heavens!
Boom!
A massive hand that blotted out the sky and sun suddenly reached out, descending upon the Desolate Heavenly Emperor's head with matchless force.
Yet he did not retreat at all, meeting that palm strike, powerful enough to crush eternity, head-on.
The next instant, that enormous hand burst beneath his divine might, scattering into a sky full of blood mist and fragments of laws!
In that desperate situation, amid that hopeless, bloody battle, he had burned away all his essence and every last trace of his Great Dao.
This precisely accorded with the true meaning of the Sacrificial Dao.
Over the preceding millions of years, he had spent year after year fighting abroad, locked in ceaseless combat with the strange race. Although this had delayed some of his cultivation, the foundations he had accumulated over those years remained astonishingly solid.
Today, at the exhausted end of this bloody battle, he took that crucial step-sacrificing the Great Dao, transcending it, and entering a higher domain.
Apart from the Strange Ancestors, the beings throughout all history who had reached this level could be counted on one's fingers!
Even with sufficiently profound accumulations, without