The battlefield grew ever more chaotic, and the immortals' killing moves ever more ruthless.
Feng Zhu could barely make out the techniques anymore. He could only see the colors of heaven and earth constantly changing, while the Great Dao keened without cease—
One moment, raging flames blanketed the heavenly sea; the next, ice sealed the entire Rain Domain; then countless wheels of light sliced through the void.
And Tun Shi...
Every time he threw a punch, raised a palm, or took a step, it seemed connected to the memories of that era.
He saw his old friends of the Eternal Immortal Frontier:
Some used lightning as a guide, laughing as they tested their swords in the sea of stars.
Some commanded ten thousand beasts as they rampaged across the battlefield.
Some played the zither before the Heaven Gate, suppressing the Dao with music.
Others had handed him a flask of warm wine amid boundless snowy plains.
Those were the years he had lived through, the grandest age he had ever taken part in.
Now, all his old friends had long slumbered. Only he still remembered.
As the slaughter continued, Tun Shi's hair became drenched black, yet strand by strand, it whitened beneath the light.
Countless wounds split open across his flesh. Immortal blood and the rainwater of the vast sea blended into one color.
His aura did not weaken from his injuries. Instead, it burned—burning ever higher.
"Forbidden extinction..."
"Cause and effect of the Myriad Heavens, heed my command..."
"With my will, guide heaven and earth..."
"Sacrifice the Dao..."
Suddenly, cold and ancient voices echoed between heaven and earth. Azure skies came crashing down from all directions, and they... were undying and unextinguished. Every strike shook Tun Shi's last reserves of life origin, leaving him weaker the longer he