The Mortal World.
The figures of Xuanyuan and Chiyou, at this moment, transformed into the most brilliant divine radiance of the Human Dao.
The golden and black lights intertwined, forming a Divine Spear that pierced through heaven and earth, its tip pointing directly at the solitary figure above the Nine Heavens.
This was the last hope of the Human Dao, the strongest strike unleashed by the sacrifice of everything from the two Human Emperor candidates.
Facing this terrifying power that could make ordinary Taichu Da Luo shiver in fear, Jiang Chen remained standing atop that pitch-black coffin, his expression unchanged in the slightest.
His tailored black robe flapped in the astral wind of the void, accentuating his tall and isolated stance.
He didn't even assume any defensive posture, merely raising one of his hands slowly.
That hand, pale to the point of transparency with elongated fingers, seemed like an artwork carved from the finest Cold Jade.
