The Heavenly Vault was like ink, with the Star River hanging upside down. Countless strands of Chaos Qi descended from the Void, transforming into strands of Mysterious Light.
Above the Divine Court, Taiyi held the Chaos Bell in his hand, standing in mid-air. His figure was tall and straight like a pine, yet light as a feather, and his temperament was transcendent.
He didn't seem like someone who had just experienced a celestial battle, his entire state was very relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on his handsome face.
"Daoist, your cultivation is extraordinary, it truly commands my admiration!"
"In the battle just now, I lost."
Taiyi's gaze was as brilliant as a torch, and his expression was calm, not the least bit reserved.
The nine-day battle with Nuwa seemed as though the opponent was bombarding wildly with three Divine Artifacts.
But in truth, the most commonly used weapon representing slaughter, the Red Sleeve Heavenly Saber, was not used.
