In the void, the light of Jiang Chen’s Great Dao had already suppressed the Wuji’s Ten Thousand Dao energies, forcing them into a massive, pitch-black golden cyclone.
However, because the true Wuji was still nothing more than a mass of formless energy, Jiang Chen found most of his divine techniques useless, save for the Nine Great Dao Cauldrons he had deployed to maintain the suppression. This was precisely why he had endured and refrained from acting sooner while the Wuji’s energy rampaged: until the enemy took form, any effort would be wasted—it could neither be killed nor dispersed. Since the calamity was inevitable, his only option was to contain it and prevent its escape.
On the Investiture Platform, the surviving gods watched the standoff, their hearts in their throats. There was little they could do to change the outcome; most of the Acquired World’s deities had already fallen, leaving the realm a fractured, ruined landscape.
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