A hint of dread flashed in the depths of his eyes, but even more so was a rage provoked by the challenge.
As the Rashamon Divine Master spoke, the wound on his chest began to regrow flesh, countless granules of flesh squirming madly, weaving and restructuring the rules of the Great Tao, fully recovering in just a few breaths.
Only the new skin appeared exceptionally pale, in stark contrast to the bronze hue of the other parts.
In the next breath, the Rashamon Divine Master took a step forward, as if stepping onto the vein of the Great Tao, causing the entire Chaos Void to tremble.
The torrent of the Great Tao shook the Chaos Universe, and the ethereal shadow of a Divine Country, seemingly like an Asura Ghost Realm, gestated and emerged from the void, where it seemed billions of creatures were drowning in blood.
