As the mournful dirge of Wang Yue echoed through the void, a horrifying spectacle unfolded. The myriad tendrils that adorned its monstrous form, in a single, gruesome instant, severed themselves at their root. These countless tendrils, each a colossal serpent of ten thousand fathoms, gathered before Wang Yue. With a speed that defied comprehension, they intertwined and coalesced, birthing a single arm of unimaginable scale! This arm, a titanic limb of immense power, clenched into a fist, appeared as if a limb torn from the very fabric of a forgotten god. The rage of Wang Yue manifested as a divine appendage!

This arm of the ancient gods, fueled by primal fury, shot forth with earth-shattering force, its target the precious weapon of the Nirvana Scion! This single blow was so intense, so saturated with raw power, that it caused Wang Lin to experience the phenomenon of momentary delirium. He was transported to a realm beyond his own, a place where he experienced the ancient past. It was in this location that he witnessed the god-like destruction of entire planets.

A celestial being of pure white, known only as Qing Shui, emerged onto the field of battle, an expression of icy indifference on his face. His right eye flared with crimson light, unleashing a volley of scarlet lightning bolts that darted towards Xuan Bao Shangren.

“Extreme Dominion manifest!” Qing Shui thundered.

“Extreme Dominion!” Xuan Bao Shangren’s body convulsed violently as a torrent of blood erupted from his back. He faltered, retreating with desperate speed, but the relentless red lightning continued its pursuit. Qing Shui, with a mere gesture, summoned a tempest of black wind. Seven phantom black dragons materialized, their spectral forms writhing as they unleashed icy winds that sought to extinguish all life.

“Xuan Bao, do you remember the Lord of Thunder Realm?” Qing Shui bellowed, revealing his hidden fury. Xuan Bao Shangren, desperately dodging the spectral attacks, found his escape cut off by the encircling black dragons. A surge of icy wind battered him. With a desperate cry, he wove intricate hand seals, pointing towards the direction of the looming beast. Instantly, the nine black butterflies that had been circling Wang Yue vanished, reappearing beside Xuan Bao Shangren.

“Pannier Butterfly Unison!”

The nine butterflies flitted in unison, their bodies erupting with darkness. They had merged as one! This singular insect radiated a light of four brilliant hues. As its wings shimmered, a rain of multi-colored pollen cascaded down, forming a vibrant vortex that pushed back the seven serpentine dragons.

“Had this been a treasure crafted by your brother, Tian Bao Shangren, I, Qing Shui, would have hesitated. But you, lack the qualification!” Qing Shui bellowed, activating the dragon winds once more, this time creating a blinding rainstorm.

“Do not push me so far, Qing Shui! The Celestial Realm is no more. This is the Star Territory of the Alliance!” Xuan Bao Shangren roared, as the ancient celestial energy within him tore free from its imprisonment. The very air shimmered and transformed into a heavenly realm.

The four winds shattered into a million pieces, scattered across the earth like dust. Qing Shui’s wind and rain was completely neutralized. The magic had disappeared. But the damage wasn’t done yet. With a single flick of the wrist, the other wing fell apart. The magic was returned to its original state. But this time, the power had shifted into the power of Xuan Bao Shangren.

“Behold, the law of space!” Xuan Bao Shangren exclaimed, and the magic he manipulated returned to the form of Qing Shui’s magic, as they continued to do battle with their immense arsenals. Xuan Bao Shangren, however, felt great fear, for he knew if the magic was complete, he would surely perish at the hands of his opponent.

Wang Lin watched from the distance, completely taken aback. The chaos was immense, as the sounds of battle rang across the sky. The moves and shapes of his battle styles were memorized in perfect clarity.