The core laws of the Ancient Battlefield began to reform, the tip of Lin Moyu's Starfall Frigid Vault Sword hovering three inches in front of the white-robed cultivator's finger. For the first time, he spoke, his voice like colliding ice and jade, shattering the frozen spatial particles. A battle-hardened smile split the white-robed cultivator's lips: "Prisoner, Mingcang." Countless broken swords resonated with his sound waves, carving spatial Dao Marks into the air. A tear of stellar frost materialized in Mingcang's palm: "Those old freaks who claim to have achieved Tribulation Transcendence Perfection are nothing more than cowardly livestock imprisoned by their own Grotto-Heavens." The embers of the colliding laws condensed into a Chaos lotus throne in midair. Mingcang sat upon the lotus throne, his fingertips slicing open the phantom of the River of Time: "Do you know why the Dao path of the Universal Boundary is severed?" "Because they all crave the Other Shore," Lin Moyu's cold eyes reflected the pattern of a collapsing galaxy, "whereas the true Dao lies in the moment the sword breaks." The Chaos lotus throne suddenly erupted with billions of rays of annihilation glow. Mingcang laughed aloud: "If you had been born thirty thousand years earlier, the Starfall Frigid Vault would have drained the true blood of the Nine Heavenly Gates!" The roaring sword cry swallowed the glow, and the broken sword remnants across the entire Ancient Battlefield began to converge frantically t…
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