After breaking through to the mythical level and forging a law-condensed true form, a cultivator’s shape was no longer fixed. It could shift at will, even in size. Thus, above the mythical level, beings no longer judged identity by appearance. Instead, they used fluctuations of the soul, the force one wielded, or certain familiar items with distinctive auras, like the Eight Desolations Halberd in Chen Chu’s hand. Though its hue had shifted, its savage and domineering form remained the same.1

For An Fuqing, that halberd had followed Chen Chu since the Fourth Heavenly Realm. She could never mistake it. Coupled with that overwhelming, domineering battle style, the murderous aura, and the blood sea domain he once revealed on the Void Continent, she recognized him at once.0

What left her stunned was why Chen Chu was here at all. After only half a year apart, he had already surpassed the true spirit level, strong enough to blow apart a late-stage Abyssal Great Demon with a single strike.0

As expected of you, An Fuqing thought in her heart.0

Back in the final battle at the Heavenly Feathered Battlefield, she and Zuo Mo had fallen into the Dark-Red World. There, Zuo Mo had easily broken through into the ancient titan level after fusing his three selves. For more than a month, father and daughter wandered in that world, fighting dozens of deadly battles before finally finding...1