For a moment, all those watching completely forgot that Dyon was a mortal. They forgot that he was a youngster who didn't understand how large the world was. They forgot that he was overestimating himself.
At this moment, all they saw were two grandmasters of alchemy, facing off like two kings of a single mountain.
Maybe in that instant, the immortal plane fell into silence. The only thing they could hear were their own heartbeats. It was only after several breaths that the Immortal Gods understood what was happening.
"Silencing the Dao."
Shivers shook their spines. It felt like drops of the coldest liquid in existence had condensed onto their backs. They were countless worlds away, but they all felt as feeble as children now.
Silencing the Dao.
If Vajra Bodies were rare across a generation, Silencing the Dao was rare across even tens of generations.
