Chapter 170: Three Dao Rifts

His peripheral glance swept over the sorcerer Great Peng Bird, fully aware that this North Sea overlord is naturally suspicious, and Zhou Yi's recent sowing‑discord scheme has already taken effect.

Blood‑colored sword light suddenly tore the void, and the Abyssal Prime Slaughter, bearing the purest killing will of heaven and earth, burst through the air.

The two ferocious weapons born of Chaos not only can cut down all things, but also can evade the Heavenly Dao's cause‑and‑effect; at this moment, under Ming He Ancestor's urging, they unexpectedly shroud the entire battlefield in a blood‑colored Dao rhythm.

Zhou Yi's brows furrowed slightly, and the bronze ancient bell hovering above his head suddenly erupted in ten‑thousand‑foot radiant light.

This destiny‑emperor weapon that has accompanied him through a thousand years of battles, after being tempered by Dao techniques, has long been in communion with his spirit.

The runes flowing on the bell's surface lit up in succession, and the Nine‑Layer Celestial Steel formation instantly unfolded, hard‑standing against the intersecting lethal sword thrusts.

As the qi waves surged, the sorcerer Great Peng Bird's mysterious ice spear silently arrived.

Zhou Yi, however, seemed to have foreseen it; his fist, condensed with Saint body golden rays, thundered out, astonishingly cracking the extreme‑cold Dao law that had frozen the void inch by inch.

Martial cultivators of various races watching from afar were horrified to discover that this Human Race strongman had refined himself several times beyond his level a thousand years ago.

"In just a brief thousand years, he has perfected the Saint body?" Ming He Ancestor's pupils narrowed, and the sword technique in his hand subtly shifted.

The Sea of Blood's phantom swirled behind him, the outline of a twelfth‑grade karmic fire red lotus flickering in and out of view.

The sorcerer Great Peng Bird also invoked the River Diagram and Luo Script, and the Chaos aura began to warp the battlefield's rules. The two peerless strongmen now held nothing back, vowing to eradicate the threat completely.

A thousand years ago, Zhou Yi's battle against Taiyi was witnessed by them in its entirety. Yet now, upon reuniting with the old friend, they clearly sensed that his strength was no longer comparable to that of the past—this millennium of advancement caused Ming He Ancestor and the Great Peng Bird to feel privately alarmed.

The two ancient great beings exchanged glances, each reading shock in the other's pupils.

As ancient monsters who have cultivated for billions of years, they know better than anyone that cultivation is like climbing a heavenly ladder, each half‑step consuming endless years.

The sorcerer Great Peng Bird counted on his fingers, noting that his stagnation period after breaking through the Quasi‑Saint realm lasted several times longer than Zhou Yi's entire cultivation years.

"Could this youngster have swallowed the Chaos Bell?" Ming He Ancestor, the sect leader, stroked the hilt of the Prime Slaughter sword, while his blood‑colored robe fluttered without wind.

The Abyssal sword sensed its master's emotions, emitting a battle‑hunger hum from its sheath.

The void behind the sorcerer twisted, the North Sea law image flickering, and the ninety‑thousand‑li hanging‑cloud wings stirred the world's spiritual qi.

They naturally did not know that the world‑shaking duel a thousand years ago was like the first hammer that split stubborn stone.

Within Zhou Yi, the myriad Dao rhythms nurtured like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea gradually coalesce into a unique supreme law.

At this moment, the Dao seeds floating in his qi sea have formed nine apertures, breathing in and out to create a complete celestial cycle, with only a thin veil separating him from breaking the cocoon into a butterfly.

If a typical Quasi‑Saint breakthrough were to occur, it would only trigger the Nine‑Layer Thunder Tribulation. Yet Zhou Yi's path of proving the Dao with his Saint body is destined to cause the heavens to quake.

He can even foresee that when thunder clouds gather, the palace beyond Tushita Heaven will cast its gaze, which is precisely why he holds his position.

The Sea of Blood surged, and the karmic fire red lotus at Ming He Ancestor's feet suddenly blossomed. Above the sorcerer, a phantom of the River Diagram and Luo Script materialized, while the celestial stars turned into chains that wrapped around him.

The two great beings struck simultaneously; the scarlet sword light of the Abyssal Prime Slaughter intertwined with the North Sea's mysterious ice to form a heavenly‑earth net, dyeing the entire firmament in a bizarre cyan‑red dual hue.

Under the blood‑colored sky, Ming He Ancestor's robes billowed, and two phantom silhouettes separated from his true body.

These two Dharma bodies, nine‑tenths alike to the original, are encircled by dark‑red karmic fire, emitting a Quasi‑Saint‑level pressure close to that of the original.

As the two ancient swords sliced through the air, the Shura killing field's atmosphere suddenly solidified; the Prime Slaughter sword wrapped in Netherworld cold, while the Abyssal sword inhaled and exhaled blood‑killing fierce light, each wielded by the good and evil bodies respectively.

This is the Shura Dao's supreme secret technique "Sea of Blood Dual Aspect"; Ming He Ancestor spent 120,000 years forging his own evil and good thoughts into separate entities.

Though it does not match the original's ability to pierce heaven and earth, the combined force of the dual aspects can rival the pinnacle of the Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Now the three bodies appear together, meaning the Sea of Blood's ruler has truly acted, vowing to utterly erase the Human Race strongman before him.

Facing the encirclement formed by the three Shura deities and the sorcerer Great Peng Bird, Zhou Yi's Dao markings between his brows flickered uncertainly.

The Prime Slaughter and Abyssal twin swords wove an extinction sword net, and together with the Sea of Blood's primal corrosive power, they etched multiple spatial rifts in the void.

More troublesome is the North Sea's mysterious ice summoned by the sorcerer; wherever the cold tide passes, even the flow of spiritual qi is frozen.

"Four‑Symbol Battle Formation?" Zhou Yi chuckled lightly, forming a profound magical seal with both hands, as the phantom of the temporal river behind him manifested.

Two vague silhouettes stepped out of the river of time, the one on the left bearing a bronze war spear, his body entwined with the primordial purple qi from Chaos's Beginning.

The one on the right held a stellar compass, and with each movement shifted the celestial stars' positions.

This is precisely the "Three‑World Dao Aspect" that Zhou Yi comprehended from the river of time, a Dao‑I that bears ancient memory and holds the future heavenly and earthly mechanisms.

Ming He Ancestor's pupils suddenly contracted, and the twin swords in his hand became stagnant for the first time.

He clearly sensed that these two incarnations were not simple duplication techniques; their primal aura perfectly matched the original, as if the same existence were split across different temporal‑spatial dimensions.

From the depths of the Shura Sea of Blood came violent tremors, as if the very laws of heaven and earth resisted this paradoxical existence.

"How can the Dao techniques of Tai Qing Sheng Ren compare to this?" Zhou Yi's true form floated ethereally, the three World Dao Aspects each occupying the Heaven, Earth, and Human positions.

The Dao‑I in his hand wielded a war spear that summoned the primordial Chaos wind that split heaven and earth, causing the star disc in his palm to project an inverted galaxy vision, while the original transformed into a Yin‑Yang Tai Chi Dao diagram.

Three distinctly different yet co‑originating forces interwove above the remnants of the Execution‑Immortal Sword formation, creating a Dao realm that annihilates all laws.

Sui Huang and the other spectators suddenly sensed their holy fire flickering, and time‑space at this moment displayed multiple folded layers. The Sea of Blood's waves and the stars' trajectories coexisted bizarrely, as the Shura killing formation clashed with the Chaos wind.

As the void trembled, two streams of mysterious yellow qi erupted from Zhou Yi's celestial spirit, instantly solidifying into armored, spear‑wielding heroic generals.

The original sat at the center, while four spirit bodies each occupied the Heaven, Earth, and Direction positions, forming a five‑colored sealing formation.

The originally 4‑to‑2 battle suddenly reversed, and the Great Peng Bird's protective demon cloud was torn open by the spirit bodies' sword qi into three rifts.

"The secret of Tai Qing has a successor?" the Great Peng Bird flapped its wings rapidly, retreating three hundred li, with chaotic thunder light crackling among its feathers.

This former Honghuang titan who once stole the River Diagram and Luo Script now cannot fathom the illogical duplication technique before him; each spirit body bears a complete Human Dao destiny.

Zhou Yi's fingertips swirled nine Dao markings, the golden seal of the character "Shu" especially radiant: "This is not the Three Pure Ones' wondrous method, but the Human Race's self‑realized Nine‑Calamity Battle Secret."

Before the words finished, the two spirit bodies surged toward the Great Peng Bird's vital point, the phantom of the Divine Spear and the Xuanyuan Sword intersecting in a slash, forcing the sorcerer to reveal his sky‑covering true form.

Deep within the Sea of Blood, Ming He Ancestor's Prime Slaughter and Abyssal twin swords clashed with Zhou Yi's true form, matching techniques.

Whenever the good‑evil corpses breach the defense, the slain transient Dao‑I is reshaped within the collective will of all beings, which is the eternal strategy rooted in the human Dao's incense flame.