Chapter 1067

Vast amounts of malevolent qi enveloped the Pangu body.

The Twelve Ancestral Wushu fully unleashed their own power and the latent power within their bloodlines, channeling it all into the Twelve Earthly Spirits Malevolent Qi Great Array.

Under the full exertion of the Twelve Ancestral Wushu, the Pangu body appeared even more majestic and mighty, its malevolent qi fully solidified—any ordinary Jin Xian who so much as touched a speck of it risked being corroded to nothing.

Raising high the massive axe condensed from malevolent qi, under the control of the Twelve Ancestral Wushu, the Pangu body strode forward, activating the Divine Art of Shrinking Distance into a Single Step, appearing instantly before another Pangu body as if teleporting.

Facing the Pangu body that had appeared before it, the other Pangu body also raised its massive axe to meet the attack.

Boom!

The massive axes collided.

In that instant, two equally terrifying forces slammed into each other.

Instantly, a violent torrent of power erupted like a volcanic explosion.

Centered on the axes, countless gray currents were flung upward into waves tens of millions of zhang high, like a tsunami spreading outward in all directions.

The two Pangu bodies were nearly identical in strength; after the axe collision, neither could gain the upper hand.

Using the recoil from the impact, both Pangu bodies simultaneously retracted their axes.

The next moment, both axes began to tremble in unison.

Under the force of this tremor, the recoil energy on the axes rapidly disintegrated.

Clang!

The axes, just retracted, slashed forward again the instant the recoil energy vanished.

Unlike before, this time the two axes appeared light and insubstantial, as if holding little power at all.

Hum!

Boom!

Yet the moment they collided, both axes trembled at the exact same frequency, and two terrifying forces erupted again upon the blades.

Terrifying shockwaves reappeared around them, and the void just swept clean by the previous waves was swept again.

The lingering shockwaves from before even collided with these new ones, mutually annihilating and dissolving into the void.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The two Pangu bodies seemed addicted to the fight, standing in place, swinging axe after axe at each other.

The shockwaves generated by their clashing forces completely engulfed them both.

For the Pangu bodies, this style of combat was perhaps the most natural and suitable.

If the Twelve Ancestral Wushu had faced the Twelve Celestial Stems alone.

Their fate would have only two outcomes.

One would be beaten to death by the Twelve Celestial Stems summoning their past and future selves to overwhelm them.

The other would endlessly drain themselves against their own past and future selves, eventually exhausting all their magic power before being cleaved apart by a single axe blow.

The Twelve Ancestral Wushu's magic power was finite, while the past and future selves, backed by the Twelve Celestial Stems, possessed nearly infinite magic power.

This war of attrition favored the Twelve Celestial Stems, not the Twelve Ancestral Wushu.

But the Twelve Ancestral Wushu were not fighting their past and future selves alone.

Beside them stood Saint Tongtian.

In the Twelve Celestial Stems' small realm, the Five Directional Sacred Beasts were held in check by Luo Fu, and the other Pangu body had been slain by Luo Fu and had not yet recovered.

As for the True Spirit of the Time Dao, it was merely an auxiliary, possessing little combat power.

With the Twelve Celestial Stems restrained, it too was effectively restrained.

Thus, once the Twelve Ancestral Wushu had pinned down their own past and future selves, Saint Tongtian became a free agent, completely unbound.

Whoosh!

Unrestricted, Saint Tongtian, after the Twelve Ancestral Wushu moved, transformed into a blade of light and vanished without a sound from his original position.

The Dao of Swords blazed continuously upon the blade of light formed by Saint Tongtian; as the Dao of Swords manifested, Saint Tongtian's aura vanished entirely in an instant.

The Dao of Swords could even sever the Dao itself.

Of course, it could also sever one's own aura.

By severing one's own aura, one could achieve a degree of concealment of one's form.

This was a small technique Saint Tongtian had mastered over the past five hundred years.

For the past five hundred years, to conceal his own realm, Saint Tongtian had been forced to repeatedly strike down the aura of his Hunyuan layer.

As a result, Saint Tongtian had nearly perfected the use of the Dao of Swords to sever his own aura.

Within the Twelve Celestial Stems' small realm, Saint Tongtian's aura was as glaring as a lantern in the dark—far too obvious.

No matter how Saint Tongtian concealed himself, the Twelve Celestial Stems could always sense him.

Saint Tongtian was fully aware of this.

He was also highly skilled in Array Dao.

Though not as monstrous as Luo Fu, who could fully comprehend the Five Directions Five Elements Array in less than a quarter-hour, Saint Tongtian could still discern certain functions of the Twelve Celestial Stems' small realm upon contact.

Upon entering the Twelve Celestial Stems' small realm, Saint Tongtian immediately knew that every move he made was visible to the Twelve Celestial Stems.

And he was under constant suppression.

Thus, Saint Tongtian had spent much time pondering how to blind the Twelve Celestial Stems' perception.

Over these years, what Saint Tongtian had done most was conceal his presence from Ancestor Hongjun—in this, he was thoroughly practiced.

After a moment's thought, Saint Tongtian devised a method to hide himself.

The swordlight blazing on Saint Tongtian did not merely sever all his aura—it also severed the perception imposed upon him by the Twelve Celestial Stems' small realm.

Though only for an instant, it was enough to force the Twelve Celestial Stems to expend considerable effort and time to relocate him again.