I am a living immortal.

Di Jun's primary rival is the Emperor of Heaven. These two men create worlds with a single thought, and destroy them with a single thought. One twists time into a twist, the other resets space in the next moment. Stars bounce like marbles in their hands. A galaxy transformed into a sword, a brilliant strike, is but the norm; a sun soaring into the sky, a heat-death destruction, is but the norm.

During the battle between the two, the Sage Lord moved between them, tapping here and there, reusing the scraps of the battle between the two sides and reworking them to give Di Jun a different and unique twist. He would both disrupt and disgust the other. But if he ignored it, fireworks were also gunpowder, and exploding in his hands would also cause injury.

As always, the existence of the pinnacle is the existence of the pinnacle. There are strengths and weaknesses, but no generational gap. Don't underestimate the Saint Lord's seemingly playful tactics; they're no less powerful than the galaxy-shaped sword or the power of a single thought. The methods of these three are countless levels higher than Tian Wu's. One is a vestigial monster from the past, one is a trendsetter of this era, destined for the throne, and the other is Su Mu's reincarnation. Su Mu was never a normal person to begin with. How could the scheming Su Mu, who inherited some of Su Mu's memories and ascended to the pinnacle, be normal? His methods clearly indicate that he is not.

Of course, the battlefields are different and the manifestations are also different.

Even within the world, they couldn't achieve this level of skill. Not to mention that the world wouldn't allow it, a humane elbow strike would teach you a lesson. But truth be told, Tian Wu was still a disgrace to the pinnacle of existence.

He was messed up like this by a group of beings that had never even reached their peak, and yet he still needed someone to save him. It's so hilarious to say it.

The three pinnacles clashed fiercely across time, and so too did the world. As the terrifying auras revived and returned, every force and individual watching the battle ceased to harbor hopes of success. They understood that regardless of the Dragon Clan's victory or failure, war had already begun. The advancing time caught many off guard, and their anxieties were also at peace.

Compared to the unknown future, the present may be easier to control.

On the battlefield, the dragon clan was stunned by a look.

This terrifying aura swept from the sky, its deterrent power even greater than Tian Wu's. This glare wasn't actually fierce, but rather possessed a unique gentleness. However, this gentleness was relative, and upon the dragons, it multiplied the pressure.

Another pinnacle existence!!!

"Alas... please leave."

This sigh was like a verdict. Rays of light fell on Tian Wu's body, and the horrific wounds healed at a visible speed. Seeing this, the dragons instantly broke free from the restraint of the gaze, anger taking over their minds. How could they retreat? How could they retreat? Why should they retreat?

The current situation is the result of countless sacrifices by the dragon clan. Who do you think you are when you say "back off"?!

"You arrogant and rude person, who do you think you are? Get down here!!!" If Xuan Mo was just delaying and waiting for Su Mu's return before, then after witnessing the sacrifice of the dragon clan, his identification with the dragon clan has reached its peak.

In an instant, anger filled my mind.

So what if they were innate gods, so what if they were peak beings? They think they could force us to retreat with just one sentence! Absolutely impossible. With that, Xuan Mo clenched the Coiling Dragon Staff in his hand, and the Dragon Diagram unfolded behind him. The gushing water veins responded to the summons, the dragon clan's destiny bestowing a boon at this moment. Ten thousand dragons roared to the heavens, unleashing their fury at this very moment.

With a thud, Xuan Mo vanished completely from the spot. He aimed a fatal blow at the heavens, at the pinnacle being. This strike served the dragon clan, as well as himself. The Coiling Dragon Staff in his hand was stained with his own blood, and the vast mist was tinged with hints of bloody brutality.

This blow was bound to bring the high-altitude god, who looked down upon the world from above, down to the earth. He was gambled everything, everything, everything beyond himself!

The clouds shattered under the blow, revealing a primordial deity who had taken action. It was a goddess embracing the moon, her gossamer skirt fluttering, and the shadows of twelve moons encircled her. The luminous light that fell on Tian Wu was caused by these moons. The thirteenth moon held in the goddess's arms was also known as the end of the year. She was Changxi, the Moon Mother, who caused the universe to appear and disappear, maintaining order, and was also the creator.

Facing Xuan Mo's attack, the Moon Mother's eyes flashed with surprise. Though simple, the attack touched upon the pinnacle of attack, forcing even her to take it seriously. The moonlight falling on Tian Wu converged, and Chang Xi raised his hand and pointed.

Moonlight swirled around his fingertips like a thread, condensing into a tiny point of creative light. At that moment, all storms vanished, and the world once again fell silent. In this stillness, the angry attack was also silently dissipated.

"Being angry doesn't guarantee success, and a desperate attack could be digging your own grave. The difference in strength is the difference. You are very talented, and with time, you might be able to reach our level. But you and I are enemies, so I'm sorry, I can't keep you here!"

Under normal circumstances, she might have shown mercy, but this was war, and there was no room for sentimentality. If such a gifted individual remained, as she had said, he might become a real danger to them in the future. Therefore, she couldn't let him go. Stifling such a genius was sad, but she had to do it.

Then, he pressed down lightly with his fingers, and a silent light enveloped Xuan Mo. Yet, Xuan Mo remained composed. He didn't regret the blow; he would have regretted it if he hadn't delivered it. It was a shame he didn't get to see the master at the last moment. His eyes seemed to be replaced by a radiant light, and the Coiling Dragon Staff in his hand shattered completely in the blow, leaving only the remnant in his hand.

"Do not!!!"

The dragons were filled with grief, their voices drooping. They had thought they had finally let go, watching their forefathers sacrifice their lives to continue the dragon race's legacy of pride. But now, they realized they couldn't let go.

Fierce gazes descended upon the sky, a desire to devour its flesh, peel its skin, and rip out its tendons. At this moment, all the dragons held a single thought in their minds: risk everything, a fight to the death! A desperate struggle!

The destructive beam consumed most of Xuan Mo's body. At that moment, the destructive light suddenly dissipated, the moonlight shattered, and the walls of life upon which all things lived were forged. A spear came from afar, aimed directly at Chang Xi, piercing and collapsing the moons.

"You can't die. If you die, Su Mu will kill me." A figure came to Xuan Mo's side in just a few steps.