But before Di Chu could react.
A great bell wreathed in chaos, with Xuanhuang surging around it, had already descended to suppress him.
Clang... Bell waves surged, sealing heaven and earth.
They left him as though trapped in a mire, almost unable to move, as infinite layers of space overlapped and crushed down upon him.
Boom, boom... Di Chu's expression changed. Naturally, he could not sit and await death; he circulated his Ancient Scripture and unleashed secret techniques to break free of the restraints.
"Forgive me, Father!"
He did not agonize over it.
Without hesitation, he launched a counterattack.
The Emperor Mirror above his head, forged from heaven's mandate orange gold, blazed fiercely, casting a dazzling beam that collided directly with the Chaos Bell sweeping toward him.
Boom!
The next instant, time and space fell into turmoil, and dazzling light flashed past.
Blood splashed into the air. As Great Emperor Wushi's disciple, Di Chu had cultivated the Wushi Scripture and already touched the time domain; he barely managed to react, struggling desperately to block it.
Even so, he was nearly cleaved in half at the waist, and a horrifying, bloody gash opened across his chest.
The sight made one's scalp crawl.
Elsewhere, within the Heavenly Court Sea of Lightning.
Wang Bo, the Chaos Body, was faring no better.
The Eastern Emperor's humanoid lightning sent him flying and coughing blood, leaving him utterly bedraggled.
Though it was only a trace of a mark imprinted by the Great Dao, far inferior to his true self.
It was incomparably domineering nonetheless, able to sweep across the Eight Wastelands and suppress all things with every movement, looking down upon the world.
"Good, good, good! Just right. Let me see exactly how strong you are, Eastern Emperor!" Wang Bo wiped the blood from the corner