NOVPUBSeeing this scene, the Old White Tiger once again praised, "The Consciousness Entity is condensing more and more perfectly, and it has already developed various emotions. The level of destruction it can bring is also becoming more powerful.
It seems you have grasped the essence," he said.
Once again, the Old White Tiger extended his right hand, and the roaring phantom in his palm gradually solidified.
It was a large White Tiger with droopy eyes.
Its body was striped with black and white, and the beastly majesty emanating from it was simply more ferocious than even a True Dragon.
The White Tiger, rising sixty feet tall, was locked in combat with Form King.
The purple Form King wore a very large earring on its thick earlobes.
When Tyrant Shadow slashed down, the endless Blade Intent was even somewhat frenzied.
However, the White Tiger was stronger than imagined.
Its claws were extremely hard and actually caught the blade barehanded.
Sparks flew, igniting fierce, blazing flames.
In the next moment, the White Tiger pounced forward, opening its huge maw with teeth reeking of a strong bloody scent.
With one bite, it tore off the Form King’s head.
"Fourteenth Form: Reverse Samsara,
Fifteenth Form: Bury the Heavens."
When Yin and Yang reversed, I would dye the Qing Tian with my Demon Blood.
In an instant, mountains and rivers collapsed, space and time shattered.
Yin and Yang overturned, the Galaxy fell into ruins.
This blade caused the world’s rules to descend into chaos; the Yin-Yang Fish leaped at the tip of the blade.
With a single slash, the White Tiger roared, trying to block the blade.
But its figure shattered in a twisted way upon contact with the blade’s body.
"Interesting, you not only broke the rules, but also reversed them," the Old White Tiger laughed.
He waved his right hand again, and another White Tiger solidified.
This White Tiger was clearly different from the previous one.
Its body was not simply black and white stripes; it was also mingled with strands of gold.
The White Tiger had opened a third eye on its forehead.
Its ears slightly perked up, and there was a hint of majesty in its eyes.
Especially the claws appeared sharper, almost as if they had evolved.
Its dense fur was extremely intimidating as it stared at Xu Zimei.
Leaning slightly back, it then pounced straight over.
One Bury the Heavens strike was unleashed.
The Heavenly Curtain was once again drawn down by darkness.
This blade stirred up endless darkness, as if it wanted to bury everything.
It carried with it the ultimate extinction, the final endpoint of all burials.
But it was this very blade that the White Tiger caught in its mouth, swallowing all the intent of destruction into its belly.
With a fierce shake of its huge head, the White Tiger, along with the Curved Blade, flung Xu Zimei flying.
"Amazing," Xu Zimei stabilized his form and exclaimed in admiration.
Along his journey, he had encountered many powerful beings.
He had even seen a Great Emperor like the Divine Emperor.
Unfortunately, there had been no chance for a showdown; firstly, because his previous strength was not enough to gain anything from such a confrontation.
Secondly, they were allies.
But this time, facing a being from the Nirvana Realm.
Xu Zimei truly felt a sense of terror, even a feeling of insignificance.
He couldn’t help but think about the realms even further beyond.
Great Saints? Dao Fruit Powerhouses?
And what about the ultimate Twelve Vein Gates?
How powerful must those beings be?
The existence of Heaven Beyond Heavens excited him, yet simultaneously, gave him a sense of solemnity.
"Young man, I’m becoming more and more curious about your following moves," the Old White Tiger said with a smile.
"Way of Inquiry sixteenth form, Without Life,
Seventeenth Form, Divine Desolation."
The so-called Without Life represents endless significance, as well as the starting point of everything.
In the beginning of the Epoch, heaven, earth, and all things were contained within a single point.
Even the vast and boundless cosmic universe, the sky filled with stars, was but a speck.
Outside the universe was still the universe, for it was infinite and boundless, giving rise to all things without origin.
It is like the one that begets two, two beget three, and three beget all things.
The slash of this blade seemed as if a brand new world was condensing on its edge, evolving within.
Though this world was transient as a fleeting flower.
Yet, it truly existed.
This was the power of the unoriginated—a virtual world’s force striking down.
The White Tiger roared once again, its figure not retreating but advancing, and its claws fiercely grasped the blade.
But in that moment, droplets of fresh red blood flowed from its paws.
The blade was cutting deeper and deeper into its flesh.
"Not bad, really not bad," Old White Tiger said with a smile.
He raised his right hand and uttered softly, "Tian Wu."
A streak of blue Spiritual Energy flashed by in an instant and flew into the White Tiger’s body.
The very next moment, the White Tiger underwent another transformation.
Its size swelled by dozens of times, now with eight faces and eight heads.
With eight legs and eight tails, it appeared exceptionally strange.
The White Tiger’s two claws were gripping the Tyrant Shadow, while all other claws and gaping maws lunged towards Xu Zimei.
Xu Zimei slightly furrowed his brow.
This White Tiger, from beginning to end, had not used any other tactics.
Instead, it used pure defense and strength to clash head-on with his own attack.
No matter how the moves changed, they seemed unable to vanquish the White Tiger.
He swung the Tyrant Shadow again, the seventeenth form of Divine Desolation burst forth.
Divine Desolation, as it was called, was the name of a small world that Xu Zimei had fallen into in his previous life.
This small world had been created by the Great Emperor of Divine Desolation.
However, it was not comparable to the Divine Continent.
Xu Zimei’s Divine Continent had complete rules; it was a truly real world.
Whereas Divine Desolation was inherently incomplete, it eventually met with turbulence and ultimately destruction.
Xu Zimei had once read the handwritten notes left by the Great Emperor of Divine Desolation.
It documented his legacy.
Although many things were not very useful, some were extremely beneficial.
The lands of Divine Desolation, the Dragon Palaces of the four seas, the Golden Crow Soup Valley, the Divine City reaching the clouds.
Xu Zimei slowly raised the Tyrant Shadow, this was the Principle of Divine Desolation.
The so-called Principle of Divine Desolation, where all schools of Martial Path, all could become divine.
This divinity was not the Divine Vein Realm.
But the true divinity, one that predates the Wild Desolation epoch of the Yuan Central Continent, even older, having disappeared into the long river of history—the Mythical Era.
At this moment, Xu Zimei was like the True God descending in person.
With the Tyrant Shadow in hand, peerless and unmatched, unparalleled in all the world.
The Tyrant Shadow tore through the galaxy, roared at the rivers and seas, with the intense will of a True God descending.
It was as if whispers from the Mythical Era were arising.
For a moment, time seemed to reverse, returning to that era when gods stood side by side, and the vast land was boundless.
"It seems your fortune is not small," Old White Tiger said with a chuckle.
"But it’s also quite coincidental; my White Tiger is also divine."
"Tian Wu," the White Tiger raised its head towards the Firmament and roared fiercely.
That roar seemed to carry some kind of comprehension that one could understand.
In the words, one could almost hear the words "Tian Wu" ringing out long and high.
In the Mythical Era, there was a tribe known as "Wu."
They took the tiger as their totem, and the god they worshiped was Tian Wu.
With eight heads and eight faces, eight legs and eight tails.
It was rumored that nine was the limit of heaven and earth, and it was just one step away.
The White Tiger and the Tyrant Shadow collided once more.
A huge mushroom cloud, along with a deafening explosion resounding through heaven and earth, rose together, ascending to the skies.
The crowd that had been fighting around was all blown away by the aftermath.
