"What? Jing Wuyin is dead?"
"One strike! In just a single move, Jing Wuyin died! Just how powerful is this person?"
"To think Jing Wuyin, who had undergone Dao transformation three times, would perish like this. Slapped to death without any power to resist, right before all our watching eyes!"
"The Battle of Dao Transformation is truly terrifying. Even an Earth Saint powerhouse who transformed his dao three times died in the blink of an eye. And we don't even know who his opponent was."
"So the rumors are true. Some top Earth Saints who transformed their dao multiple times and possessed terrifying strength end up meeting a nobody and dying in a single Battle of Dao Transformation."
"Isn't Zhao Qian living proof? Eight transformations! And what happened? He still died, and at the hands of an unknown martial artist at that."
"The Battle of Dao Transformation is truly fraught with peril..."
In the Spectator Tower, the perfected Earth Saints had all arrived at the Earth Saint Dao Field filled with grand aspirations, hoping to soar to the heavens through the Battles of Dao Transformation.
Yet seeing the fates of Jing Wuyin and Zhao Qian, they began to feel the chilling danger of the Earth Saint Dao Field.
In a Battle of Dao Transformation, no one held certainty.
Victory depended entirely on luck.
If even Zhao Qian and Jing Wuyin could be slain, what chance did they have?
Still, this battle did not create too much of a ripple overall.
Jing Wuyin was only mildly renowned, having merely etched his name onto the Dao Transformation Stele.
That was all.
He paled in comparison to Zhao Qian.
It was only because the Spectator Tower had randomly selected the projection of Jing Wuyin's battle today that so many people learned of his fate.
***
Meanwhile, Lu Changsheng had returned to the Dao Transformation Tower.
The martial artist attending to him smiled as Lu Changsheng emerged from Battlefield No. 9. "Congratulations, Fellow Daoist, on winning your first Battle of Dao Transformation. You may now be considered a one-time Dao Transformation cultivator!"
Lu Changsheng nodded.
A single Dao transformation was neither a realm nor a measure of cultivation strength.
It merely indicated the number of successful Dao transformations.
The more times one transformed their dao, the greater the likelihood of ascending to Heavenly Saint.
Moreover, after ascending to Heavenly Saint, one's potential would be vastly greater, allowing one to venture further within the Heavenly Saint realm.
Of course, transforming one's dao more times meant defeating numerous perfected Earth Saints and plundering their martial daos, which indirectly signaled immense strength.
Yet the Battles of Dao Transformation carried far too many variables.
A single lapse in focus could allow someone who had never transformed their dao to slaughter a veteran of multiple transformations.
Such occurrences were common.
Lu Changsheng returned to his cave dwelling.
This had been his first Battle of Dao Transformation.
With a thought, he immediately sensed Jing Wuyin's martial dao, which had been devoured by his Infinite Martial Dao.
Jing Wuyin's martial dao still persisted.
Even after being devoured and integrated, it required time to refine little by little.
Lu Changsheng channeled his Infinite Martial Dao and commenced the refining process.
Time slipped by.
In the blink of an eye, a month passed.
*Whoosh.*
Lu Changsheng opened his eyes once more.
"It is done!"
"Jing Wuyin's martial dao has finally been completely refined by me."
It had taken Lu Changsheng an entire month to grind away Jing Wuyin's martial dao will before fully integrating the fallen warrior's martial dao.
It had to be said that Lu Changsheng distinctly felt the benefits of Dao transformation.
With just a single transformation, his Infinite Martial Dao—which had long plateaued—felt noticeably bolstered.
His realm remained at Earth Saint perfection, and his Infinite Martial Dao was still at perfection as well.
Yet the enhancement was no illusion.
It was real.
To be precise, what Dao transformation enhanced was his martial dao foundation.
To charge toward the Heavenly Saint realm, martial dao foundation was indispensable.
"Theoretically, even a single Dao transformation permits an attempt at the Heavenly Saint realm, and quite a few cultivators succeed with just that."
"In other words, I already meet the conditions to attempt reaching Heavenly Saint!"
Lu Changsheng carefully examined his state.
With a single transformation, he could already make the breakthrough.
In fact, Lu Changsheng felt his odds of ascending were exceptionally high!
This was not an illusion.
His foundation had always been extraordinarily deep, and his bedrock was simply too solid.
Yet the possibility of failure still lingered.
Moreover, Lu Changsheng had always prioritized solidifying his foundation throughout his cultivation journey. The sturdier the bedrock, the better.
The transition from Earth Saint to Heavenly Saint followed the same principle.
The more times he transformed his dao, the stronger his martial dao would become. Once he lived out his dao, his potential upon ascending to Heavenly Saint would be correspondingly greater.
Lu Changsheng knew little of the cultivation path beyond Heavenly Saint.
However, he knew that the more times he transformed his dao, the more boundless the benefits would be after reaching Heavenly Saint.
Otherwise, why would so many martial artists constantly seek Dao transformations, aiming for as many as possible?
As for the hazards entailed, Lu Changsheng was well aware of them.
Yet considering his current strength, he was not being arrogant, merely realistic.
Finding a worthy opponent had become nearly impossible for him.
"Time to pay another visit to the Dao Transformation Tower."
Lu Changsheng made up his mind on the spot.
Thus, after a month's absence, he returned to the Dao Transformation Tower.
The one attending to Lu Changsheng was the same Earth Saint martial artist from a month prior.
The man seemed somewhat surprised.
It had only been a month.
Even supreme geniuses required several months to refine plundered martial dao. Had Lu Changsheng already finished refining what he had taken?
That seemed highly improbable.
Nevertheless, the man did not pry.
Whatever brought Lu Changsheng back to the Dao Transformation Tower after a mere month was none of his business.
Lu Changsheng stated plainly, "I wish to apply for a Battle of Dao Transformation."
"Hm? Right now?"
"Yes, right now."
Lu Changsheng understood the reason for the question.
Without offering an explanation, he produced a complete Martial Saint-level martial dao fragment.
This was also his last martial dao fragment at the Martial Saint level.
"Head to Battlefield No. 13!"
This time, Lu Changsheng was assigned to Battlefield No. 13.
Having already fought once, Lu Changsheng was familiar with the Dao Transformation Tower.
Moving with practiced ease, he soon arrived at Battlefield No. 13.
As Lu Changsheng stepped into the arena...
*Whoosh...*
A breeze brushed past, carrying the damp, salty scent of the ocean.
Lu Changsheng looked around.
The surroundings had transformed into a vast expanse of ocean.
He stood suspended in the air above the waves.
Above him stretched an azure sky, and beneath his feet lay a boundless sea.
Evidently, this battlefield was set over an ocean.
His opponent had yet to arrive.
Lu Changsheng stood quietly, closing his eyes to rest his spirit.
He no longer cared who his opponent was for this Battle of Dao Transformation.
Whoever entered this realm would have to fight until victory or death was decided!
***
Lu Feng was once second only to Zhao Qian on the Dao Transformation Stele.
That, of course, was in the past.
Now, Lu Feng was tied for first place on the Dao Transformation Stele!
It was a tie because several individuals had reached seven Dao transformations.
Lu Feng was among them.
Yet his name happened to sit at the very top of the stele.
Whether it was a tie or not mattered little to onlookers;
they only saw that Lu Feng was number one!
As a result, Lu Feng had become famous.
Incredibly so.
Countless people knew his name.
After all, first place and second place brought worlds of difference in renown.
Yet Lu Feng remained remarkably calm.
He cared nothing for rankings on the Dao Transformation Stele.
His sole focus had always been ascending to Heavenly Saint!
In truth, seven Dao transformations were already more than enough for him to attempt the breakthrough.
Yet Lu Feng wanted to make one final push.
Eight transformations offered greater safety.
Moreover, ascending to Heavenly Saint with eight transformations would grant even greater potential.
He lacked Zhao Qian's boundless ambition.
Eight transformations would suffice; he had no intention of pushing for nine.
Even so, eight transformations and nine transformations were theoretically just as perilous.
In fact, regardless of how many transformations one had undergone, stepping into a Battle of Dao Transformation carried the exact same degree of danger.
"Brother Lu, are you truly going through with an eighth Dao transformation?"
"I think seven is plenty. An eighth still carries immense risk. Look at Zhao Qian—he sought a ninth transformation, only to fall and lose his life..."
Lu Feng's close friend tried to dissuade him.
Zhao Qian's recent downfall had terrified countless Earth Saints.
Several Earth Saints who previously harbored higher aspirations chose to abandon further transformations and immediately begin their attempts at Heavenly Saint.
Yet Lu Feng remained resolute.
He had long prepared to seek eight transformations; it was no spur-of-the-moment whim.
Nor would he waver due to unforeseen events.
Whether Zhao Qian had fallen or not, Lu Feng would have attempted his eighth transformation all the same.
"My mind is made up."
"Besides, if my cultivation ends in death, that is simply my fate."
"However, killing me will not be an easy task."
"Well then, I am off..."
Lu Feng walked straight toward Battlefield No. 13.
This time, he had been assigned to arena thirteen.
***
*It's actually Lu Feng?*
*I thought that Lu Changsheng showed some promise, but what a shame he had to cross paths with Lu Feng...*
Only the Earth Saint attendant of the Dao Transformation Tower knew who occupied Battlefield No. 13.
Lu Changsheng and Lu Feng!
Lu Feng needed no introduction. Though he kept a low profile—humble to a fault—having seven Dao transformations made it impossible to stay truly inconspicuous.
In fact, the attendant even suspected Lu Feng might be stronger than Zhao Qian.
It was only because Lu Feng kept to himself and had fewer transformations recorded than Zhao Qian that he seemed lesser.
In reality, Lu Feng's combat power was superior.
Lu Changsheng merely possessed some potential and might have achieved two or three transformations under ordinary circumstances.
Against Lu Feng, however, he virtually stood no chance.
Of course, the attendant would never leak information regarding either participant in a Battle of Dao Transformation.
Doing so carried severe consequences.
***
Lu Feng arrived at Battlefield No. 13.
"This is the place."
Stepping forward, Lu Feng entered Battlefield No. 13.
*Swish.*
Upon stepping into the arena, Lu Feng immediately found himself floating above a vast ocean.
Almost instantly, his gaze locked onto the lone figure standing opposite him.
"Hm?"
"Finally here."
Lu Changsheng looked up, catching sight of Lu Feng.
He had been waiting in Battlefield No. 13 for a short while.
Matching opponents naturally took time, which was nothing to Lu Changsheng.
Their eyes met, both entirely calm.
Yet with a single glance, Lu Feng knew that this man was a formidable adversary!
"Lu Feng."
Lu Feng spoke slowly.
In Battles of Dao Transformation, he wished to know the name of every opponent.
This was a duel of life and death, and he would accord the other party due respect.
Whether he took their life or lost his own, having a name meant one had not lived in vain.
"Lu Changsheng."
Lu Changsheng roughly understood the other man's intent.
After exchanging names, silence descended between them.
The entire ocean seemed profoundly still.
*Rumble!*
A massive swell surged across the water, roaring with deafening intensity.
In that instant, Lu Feng moved.
Without hesitation, he manifested his colossal Earth Saint Dao body.
This Earth Saint Dao body was vastly larger than the one Lu Changsheng had faced previously, and its aura was incomparably more terrifying.
Moreover, held firmly in the Dao body's grasp was a sword.
A sword that radiated towering, boundless sword intent.
Lu Feng was, in fact, a swordsman!
No one knew that Lu Feng was a swordsman.
Only the Earth Saints who had fought him in Battles of Dao Transformation had ever known—and unfortunately, all of them were dead.
Normally, Lu Feng did not even carry a blade.
For him, the way of the sword had long transcended the need for a physical weapon.
Even the sword held by his Earth Saint Dao body was condensed directly from the Dao body itself.
It was not physical, yet it surpassed any precious blade.
This sword strike was earth-shaking.
As it slashed out, heaven and earth lost color, and the seemingly boundless sea below was cleaved clean in two.
Yes, parted completely into two.
Before the blade had even descended, the sheer sword intent alone split the waters.
Such was the terrifying might of Lu Feng's sword intent.
Against this single strike, even a perfected Earth Saint Dao body would be cleaved apart!
"Splendid!"
Lu Changsheng had finally encountered a worthy opponent—an intriguing foe.
This Lu Feng was formidable enough to exert genuine pressure on him.
Instantly, Lu Changsheng manifested his Earth Saint Dao body as well.
*Boom!*
His Earth Saint Dao body materialized, and Lu Changsheng threw a single punch.
This strike felt as though a river of stars were tipping over, plunging the sun and moon into darkness.
There was no earth-shattering fist intent; there was only momentum!
The momentum of absolute, unyielding power!
Lu Changsheng had no reverence for sword intent, saber intent, or fist intent.
What he pursued was breaking all methods with pure force, subduing ten maneuvers with a single heave—crushing all opposition through sheer power!
Even in his standard Earth Saint Dao body rather than the Phenomenal Image of Heaven and Earth, Lu Changsheng's strength was monstrous.
As the punch shot forward, the ocean's surface boiled violently.
The seawater seemed on the verge of exploding from the sheer terror of the blow.
A fist and a sword, both pushed to their absolute limits, collided head-on without the slightest trickery.
*Rumble!*
The ocean boiled.
The sword intent howled.
The void shattered.
Words could scarcely describe the violence of the collision.
In every direction, the shockwaves seemed capable of annihilating everything in existence.
Even the seawater beneath them was wiped out in an instant.
The void cracked open, revealing dark crevices that were spatial fissures, which knit closed in the blink of an eye.
Furthermore, the aftershocks crashed against the protective array formation of Battlefield No. 13.
The defensive power of the array became distinctly palpable.
Though a force of this caliber was formidable, it was still suppressed by the array in an instant.
Yet the commotion was immense.
Within the Dao Transformation Tower, every battlefield was built to be remarkably sturdy.
Ordinarily, Earth Saints were incapable of breaching a battlefield's array, and causing even a minor disturbance was difficult.
Yet right now, Battlefield No. 13 roared with tremendous reverberations, causing the defensive array to activate immediately.
This development instantly drew the attention of the Dao Transformation Tower.
"Battlefield No. 13 is stirring!"
"Combat aftershocks are striking the array formation, though it remains contained for now."
"Just who is fighting inside Battlefield No. 13? To shake the array like that requires the clash of premier Earth Saints!"
"Battlefield No. 13..."
The Earth Saint attendant's heart skipped a beat.
Wasn't Battlefield No. 13 hosting Lu Changsheng and Lu Feng?
To cause such an enormous disturbance was impossible for Lu Feng alone.
Only a clash between two equally monstrous forces could trigger such terrifying shockwaves.
Did that mean his assessment had been completely mistaken?
That Lu Changsheng was no lamb to the slaughter, but a warrior capable of putting up a true fight!
In fact, he might not be any weaker than Lu Feng.
*Could Lu Feng be facing a scenario like Zhao Qian's battle?*
The Earth Saint attendant entertained a dark suspicion.
In this duel, Lu Feng might very well be in mortal peril.
Of course, without seeing inside, even the Dao Transformation Tower's Earth Saints remained in the dark.
They had no authority to view the matches directly.
To witness a Battle of Dao Transformation, one had to visit the Spectator Tower, and even then, it came down to luck.
Today, the battle captured by the Spectator Tower was not the duel between Lu Changsheng and Lu Feng.
Thus, only the two combatants truly understood the reality of the clash.
***
Inside Battlefield No. 13, Lu Changsheng and Lu Feng separated instantly after the head-on collision.
"Incredible!" Lu Feng could not help but exclaim in admiration.
In his previous Battles of Dao Transformation, his opponents had almost always fallen to a single sword strike.
Yet against this blow, Lu Feng felt immense, suffocating pressure.
His opponent's punch had been vast and torrential, as if driven by infinite might.
That colossal strength had given Lu Feng the terrifying impression that his Earth Saint Dao body would be shattered on the spot.
Nevertheless, his sword intent had certainly made things difficult for the other man as well.
The immense power of that sword strike had successfully dissipated most of the punch's force.
"Again!"
Lu Changsheng felt thoroughly invigorated.
It had been a very long time since he had met an opponent evenly matched with him.
Charging forward once more, Lu Changsheng manifested three heads and six arms upon his Earth Saint Dao body.
*Boom! Boom! Boom!*
Terrifying fist force surged out in vast, sky-covering waves, rolling relentlessly toward Lu Feng.
Lu Feng showed no sign of backing down.
He slashed out with his sword.
*Slash! Slash! Slash!*
Three beams of sword light flared, tearing through the earth and cleaving the void as they crashed violently against Lu Changsheng's triple fist strikes.
It was tip against needle—a direct, unforgiving collision.
*Boom! Boom! Boom!*
Clash after clash unfolded.
Lu Changsheng fought with unrestrained delight.
Though he was struck by the opponent's sword from time to time, it amounted to little.
His Earth Saint Dao body was exceedingly resilient.
Taking a blade strike or two did not compromise him in the slightest.
*Crash!*
Finally, the decisive moment arrived.
Lu Changsheng's six arms swept forward, their massive hands shattering the sword light before reaching straight through the remnants to seize Lu Feng's Earth Saint Dao body.
"It's over."
Lu Changsheng tore with all his might.
*Rippp!*
The incomparably mighty Earth Saint Dao body was violently torn to shreds by Lu Changsheng's multiple arms.
In the blink of an eye, Lu Feng's Dao body collapsed.
Lu Changsheng did not strike again.
Lu Feng stared blankly at his crumbling Dao body, then shifted his gaze to Lu Changsheng before letting out a bleak smile. "You are strong! My eighth transformation has failed after all. Just like Zhao Qian, I have fallen in the end..."
Yet Lu Feng's eyes remained clear.
He harbored no regret.
This was the Battle of Dao Transformation he had envisioned—exhilarating, fearless, and untamed.
Though he had lost in the end, his defeat was without shame.
*Bang!*
A moment later, Lu Feng's physical form burst into a cloud of blood mist, his presence vanishing entirely.
Dead!
Lu Feng had failed his eighth Dao transformation, becoming another stepping stone beneath Lu Changsheng's feet.
"Gather."
With a thought, Lu Changsheng drew Lu Feng's martial dao into his body.
Lu Feng's martial dao was, in truth, the way of the sword—exceedingly powerful.
Once integrated into the Infinite Martial Dao, such a potent sword dao would surely provide a considerable boost, even with his Infinite Martial Dao already reaching such heights.
This Lu Feng had been a venerable opponent!
***
Meanwhile, the moment Lu Feng died, the crowd gathered before the Dao Transformation Stele erupted in cries of shock.
"Lu Feng... is gone?"
"Yes! His name was there just a moment ago, and now it's suddenly vanished!"
"Someone saw Lu Feng head to the Dao Transformation Tower to apply for his eighth Battle of Dao Transformation."
"Then that means Lu Feng failed his eighth battle... and died!"
"First Zhao Qian, and now Lu Feng. Are recent Battles of Dao Transformation truly this lethal?"
"Who could have killed Lu Feng?"
"Indeed. Everyone called Zhao Qian number one on the stele, but in terms of true strength, Lu Feng was even stronger."
Exclamations rippled through the crowd.
Some who had been preparing to enter a Battle of Dao Transformation hesitated upon witnessing this scene.
Powerhouses of seven and eight transformations like Zhao Qian and Lu Feng had both failed and perished.
This meant that recently, some terrifyingly monstrous Earth Saints must have arrived at the Earth Saint Dao Field.
What if they ran into one?
Such monsters were unlikely to be solitary cases.
Crossing paths with one would spell utter disaster.
***
Lu Changsheng knew nothing of the commotion at the Dao Transformation Stele, though he remembered the name Lu Feng.
*Whoosh.*
Lu Changsheng exited Battlefield No. 13.
The Earth Saint attendant greeted him, freezing slightly upon seeing him.
The attendant knew full well who had been pitted against each other in that arena.
Now that Lu Changsheng stood before him, the outcome was unmistakable.
Lu Feng had lost!
In a Battle of Dao Transformation, failure meant death!
In other words, Lu Feng was dead.
*How could this be possible?*
The Earth Saint attendant was profoundly shaken.
He understood Lu Feng's capabilities very well.
As for Lu Changsheng? Perhaps he was indeed somewhat unusual, but he had only been undertaking his second Battle of Dao Transformation.
How could he have slain Lu Feng?
From that moment on, Lu Changsheng was etched deeply into the attendant's memory.
To slay Lu Feng proved Lu Changsheng's monstrous strength beyond doubt.
This was an expert with an extraordinarily high probability of ascending to Heavenly Saint.
***
Returning to his cave dwelling, Lu Changsheng spent another month thoroughly integrating Lu Feng's sword dao into his Infinite Martial Dao.
His martial dao foundation deepened once again.
Now, Lu Changsheng had achieved a second Dao transformation.
Yet this remained far below his target.
His ambitions did not stop at a mere two transformations.
After all, his goal was not just to become a Heavenly Saint;
he sought to scale the very pinnacle of the martial dao!
"To undertake another Battle of Dao Transformation, I need martial dao fragments."
"Right now, I have none left."
"It seems I must sell some spirit treasures after all," Lu Changsheng murmured softly.
He possessed a large number of spirit treasures, so parting with a few mattered little.
However, in the Earth Saint Dao Field, martial dao fragments were exceptionally precious, while spirit treasures were largely disregarded.
After all, one could not wield spirit treasures during a Battle of Dao Transformation.
No matter how formidable a spirit treasure was, it was useless to the Earth Saints here.
"I'll need to return to Saint Star City."
After considering the matter, Lu Changsheng decided to head back to Saint Star City.
Leaving the Earth Saint Dao Field for now, he returned to Saint Star City.
Less than a year had passed since his departure.
Though less than a year had elapsed, Lu Changsheng had already transformed his dao twice.
Most importantly, he could not even measure how much his Infinite Martial Dao had improved.
He had plundered the martial daos of two Earth Saints.
In particular, Lu Feng's sword dao had matched his Earth Saint Dao body evenly, resisting for a prolonged duel before finally succumbing.
Upon reaching Earth Saint perfection, conventional methods could no longer augment one's strength.
The sole path to improvement lay within the Battles of Dao Transformation.
Thus, Lu Changsheng's power had grown, and his Earth Saint Dao body was now far more formidable.
If combined with his Flesh Martial Dao to unleash the Phenomenal Image of Heaven and Earth, Lu Changsheng himself had no clear idea of what heights his strength would reach.
*I wonder how I would compare to a Heavenly Saint now?*
Lu Changsheng recalled Ancestor Chen.
He had exchanged blows with Ancestor Chen before.
Naturally, Ancestor Chen had not brought his full might to bear.
Even so, Lu Changsheng had caught a faint glimpse of a Heavenly Saint's terrifying nature.
Even with his recent leap in strength, Lu Changsheng dared not claim he could rival a Heavenly Saint.
A Heavenly Saint, after all, represented a qualitative transformation.
Leaving the Secret World Tower, Lu Changsheng headed straight back to the Hundred Flowers Sect.
Yet the moment he stepped foot inside the sect grounds, Zhang Ling's face turned deathly pale.
"Elder Lu, run! Run!"
Lu Changsheng paused, startled.
However, it was already too late.
"Surround him!"
"Wait for the Ancestor to arrive!"
"Hehe, to think Lu Changsheng actually returned."
"They say he went to the Earth Saint Dao Field, yet he's back in less than a year. Did he turn coward before the Battles of Dao Transformation?"
"It's only natural to be afraid. The Battles of Dao Transformation in the Earth Saint Dao Field are life-and-death struggles. Once you step inside, you either live or die; it's immensely dangerous."
"Lu Changsheng might have seemed invincible among the Earth Saints of Saint Star City, but in the Earth Saint Dao Field, in a Battle of Dao Transformation, he amounts to nothing."
"Still, it works out well. Since Lu Changsheng was too cowardly to take part and returned alive, we don't have to worry about where to find the spirit treasures had he died in the Dao Field!"
"We don't need to defeat Lu Changsheng, just hold him here. The Ancestor will arrive shortly."
Lu Changsheng swept his gaze across his surroundings.
Earth Saints surrounded him from all sides, encircling him completely.
Yet none dared to strike, clearly wary of him.
After all, Lu Changsheng was a perfected Earth Saint powerhouse.
Given his previous overbearing display, who wouldn't fear him?
Even so, they chose to surround him.
The reason was simple:
they were waiting.
Waiting for their Ancestor to descend!
For an entity to be called 'Ancestor' by so many Earth Saints, there was only one possibility:
a Heavenly Saint!
Backing these Earth Saints was a Heavenly Saint mighty figure!
"Hold me here?"
"Do you truly think you can hold me?"
A cold glint flickered in Lu Changsheng's eyes.
These people had brazenly breached the Hundred Flowers Sect's mountain gate.
That fact alone spoke volumes.
The Hundred Flowers Sect was likely on the brink of destruction.
Fury ignited within Lu Changsheng's chest.
When he struck, he showed zero mercy, his killing intent surging skyward.
His Earth Saint Dao body manifested three heads and six arms in an instant.
Raising his massive hands, he slapped down toward the surrounding Earth Saints.
Immediately, the sky darkened, blotting out the sun.
It felt as though a river of stars were tipping over and the apocalypse had arrived.
More than a dozen Earth Saints could only watch in terror as those towering arms in the void slammed down toward them with crushing force.
If that strike landed, they would surely perish!
"No, no..."
"Ancestor, save me!"
Terror consumed the eyes of the Earth Saints.
Their trembling cries echoed through the void.
Chapter 296