Just as Ji Chaoyin’s command faded into the air, Ji Guiling and Ji Haiwen unleashed their respective killing trump cards. 0

“Ten Thousand Streams!” Ji Guiling roared.0

In an instant, the void split apart as if torn by unseen hands. From the rift poured a vast and boundless torrent of principle power, surging forth like a heavenly flood bursting from the nine heavens, threatening to drown the world itself.  0

The force of that torrent of principle power was all-encompassing and vast beyond measure. Before it, everything appeared pitifully small and utterly powerless. As the strike was unleashed, Ji Guiling’s aura visibly faltered and his complexion turned pale.0

Clearly, even a being at the Creation Eternal Realm could not unleash such a strike without paying an immense price.0

“Mountains and rivers converge, the bright moon shines alone!”0

At the same time, a cold, ethereal voice rang out. Ji Haiwen lifted her hand, and it was as though thousands of mountains and rivers unfurled across heaven and earth. Above them, a single luminous moon shone alone over the cosmos, pouring down a hazy, dreamlike radiance, clear, pure and chillingly serene.0

Those mountains and rivers were all transformed from mysterious principles. Above all, the radiant moon seemed to be the incarnation...0