Chapter 1642 - 602: Great Dao Return Ruins 2

The saying "grief and pain intertwined," at this moment, became a tangible presence, only to see the words "grief" and "pain" seemingly drawn together by some invisible force, coming closer and overlapping, the two overlapping words twisted into a jumble of ink, and the strokes began to merge, until finally, the ink blot seemed to come alive, constantly stretching, elongating, flattening, and becoming a human shadow.

This shadow was remarkably similar to Yun Ziliang, it floated down gently into Yun Ziliang’s body, once the person and shadow intertwined,

Yun Ziliang suddenly opened his eyes, and surprisingly, his eyebrows and hair began to grow wildly, as the poet has said: "white hair three thousand feet long."

Yun Ziliang’s appearance now fitted such a description, he floated slowly in the air, white hair and white eyebrows hanging down like snow, and Yun Ziliang, was now the Daoist in the snow, he extended a hand, plucked a strand of white hair, and tossed it in the direction of West Valley True Monarch,

"Once on Hidden Dragon Mountain, the disciples’ wrongful spirits all became this head of white hair, today, under Mr.’s protection, the wrongful spirits within this white hair can all transform into dragons, with the numerous Dragon Forces, I will sever you, West Valley, and avenge my Hidden Dragon Mountain."

Just as he finished speaking, that three thousand feet long strand of white hair stirred, and as it surged towards West Valley True Monarch, the strand of hair suddenly began to grow more robust, after one yard it was as thick as a wrist, and after three yards, it was as thick as a human waist, by the time the strand of white hair reached West Valley True Monarch, it was two or three yards thick, already a great dragon in the human world,

"Clang! Clang!"

Copper coins around West Valley True Monarch jingled, annihilating the space-time around him.

Anything that is in "motion" is measured by time, if time is lost, even the most agile thing would turn into a still object, like a painting hung on the wall.

And the white strand of hair that transformed into a dragon, once it entered the annihilated space-time, also became a painting, its dragon claws, body, scales, and head, all vividly depicted, even its expression appeared fierce, but—a dragon in a painting can’t slay anyone, no matter how robust the painting is, it’s just a painting after all.

Witnessing this, Yun Ziliang made a blade with his right hand and once again severed countless strands of white hair, uncountable swimming dragons all surged towards West Valley True Monarch, this time,

Yun Ziliang did not simply release the dragons, as a Dragon Seeking Heavenly Master of the Ganying Sect, he was continuously sensing the changes in space-time, he wanted to find a gap, a space-time that was not yet annihilated, around West Valley True Monarch, to send the white-haired dragons in to strike at West Valley True Monarch, but West Valley True Monarch, a long-renowned Heavenly God Level being, mastered the complete Time Law, his control over space-time, timeliness, and time itself was thoroughly honed, how could Yun Ziliang easily find a flaw.

He kept directing the copper coins, the copper coins, like Flying Stars, drew arcs at heavenly-earth extreme speed around him.

If the copper coins were colored, then the arcs, too, should have the hue of aged brass, but as the traces of the copper coins’ flight were imbued with space-time annihilation, the arcs formed were of a desolate tone, what is desolate?

No light, no fire, no life forms, when all is returned to Chaos, if anything, it would be "black."

Thus, the arc drawn by the copper coins is a black line, the speed of these copper coins was so fast that if one blinked, the coins would circle West Valley True Monarch tens of thousands of times, and there were as many as twenty-four copper coins around West Valley, these twenty-four coins, in an instant, each circled tens of thousands of times, forming an uncountable number of black arcs, which due to their sheer number, condensed into a massive black sphere, all the people present, including the Witch God and Yu Ruying, with their extraordinary Taoist skills, couldn’t see West Valley’s true form anymore, what they could see was a cluster of black nebulae, within that black nebula, there was no concept of time, all forcibly entering white-haired dragons became still paintings once inside, and as these still paintings followed the movement of the copper coins, they too were annihilated...

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Yun Ziliang used white hair to transform into dragons, to flash attack West Valley True Monarch,

West Valley True Monarch turned himself into a nebula without time, capable of annihilating all things, this Heavenly God Level entanglement, at its outset, displayed the full range of divine skills,

The Eternal Life Sect Leader, the Green Robed Buddha, Li Changxun, and the Tiancan Monk, these four God-level beings of the heavenly dome, watched with intense focus, they were concerned, first, whether Zhou Xuan and Yun Ziliang would prevail, secondly, they observed the methods of the Heavenly God Level.

Heavenly God Level actions were extremely rare in Jing Country over the recent two thousand years.

To witness one such event was a blessing to these God-level beings, after all, the control of Laws by Heavenly God Level was the most wondrous and profound in the world.

Observing their actions was greatly beneficial to the cultivation of God-level beings, at this time, Zhao Wuya couldn’t absorb it, he didn’t understand the Laws, watching their actions made no difference to him, his only concern was whether Zhou Xuan could win, and whether Yun Ziliang could slay the beast West Valley, he asked Li Changxun: "Master Li, does my Grand Master Grandpa still hold the advantage?"

"Not at all."

Li Changxun sighed with sorrow.

"Is there no advantage at all?"

"I see no odds of victory." Li Changxun was reluctant to admit, but the battle was right before him, and denial was of no use.