“The Heavenly Court began with the Heavenly Dao. With my soul, I carved the path of heaven.”

With a low shout from Heaven-Crown Celestial God, the colossal giant behind him suddenly lay down across the sky. The sun, stars, and moon that adorned the giant’s body grew brighter and brighter.

In the blink of an eye, the giant’s figure no longer resembled a human form. It transformed into a celestial pathway reaching straight into the firmament.

“Draw on the power of heaven to destroy gods and eliminate demons!” Heaven-Crown Celestial God shouted again.

He raised both hands.

A tremendous force lifted the entire celestial pathway.

Compared to other Infinite Dao cultivators, those of the Heavenly Court could do more than merely wield the power of edicts. They could also connect to the Heavenly Dao itself and wield its force to crush their enemies.

Imagine it, how mighty is the Heavenly Dao? Even a sliver of its power was still something even Infinite Dao cultivators could not defy.

On the celestial pathway that stretched into the sky, a torrent of power surged downward, aiming to suppress the True Martial Progenitor.

Any other Infinite Dao cultivator would likely have been caught off guard.

But unfortunately for Heaven-Crown Celestial God, his opponent was the True Martial Progenitor,

a man who had already prepared himself to wage war against the heavens.

“I dare to face the Heavenly Dao head-on. My resolve to slay High Heaven is already set. Why would I be afraid of a tiny celestial torrent?!”

The True Martial Progenitor let out a fierce roar.

He opened his mouth wide, his body expanding several million times over, far greater than even the mightiest manifestation of a Heaven-Shattering Giant. In one gulp, he swallowed the entire torrent of celestial power.

This action seemed to infuriate the Heavenly Dao.

Purple lightning flickered violently across the sky.

Thunder rumbled endlessly.

Heaven and earth seemed enraged.

Everyone watching was shaken to their core. The True Martial Progenitor was provoking the Heavenly Dao itself. The power of the Heavenly Dao was not something one could simply seize.

Since ancient times, the Heavenly Dao had ruled all.

What it gave, you could receive.

What it did not give, no one could take.

Who dared defy the Heavenly Dao?

Who dared devour its power?

Such an act was the highest disrespect.

The Heavenly Dao responded with fury. Endless black clouds churned across the sky, and desolate winds swept the horizons.

Purple lightning spiraled upward for ninety billion miles, forming a vast sea of thunder.

From the heavens, countless pillars of divine torrents descended.

Each represented a strand of the Heavenly Dao.

All were overwhelming, unstoppable, like a dark cloud crushing a city.

All of them came for the True Martial Progenitor.

He snorted coldly, his expression turning slightly serious.

“Bring as many as you like, I’ll devour them all. Let’s see if you, High Heaven, dare appear in person. If you push me, I’ll simply bring forward our final battle!”

He stepped directly into the center of the storm, consuming torrent after torrent.

No matter how violent the energies were, they could not shake him.

Gradually, as every torrent was devoured, the fury of the Heavenly Dao weakened. The dark clouds faded, and the desolate lands returned to their barren calm.

But just as the last of the power was devoured...

A massive hand suddenly reached out of the heavens.

So fast that not even Infinite Dao cultivators detected it, the hand crashed down upon the True Martial Progenitor.

With a deafening explosion, the sky shattered. A storm of spirit power erupted.

The True Martial Progenitor’s figure was sent flying downward.

“Progenitor!”

Cries echoed across the battlefield.

The sudden turn left everyone stunned.

They looked up to see a vague figure hidden within the swirling clouds. Though blurred and indistinct, his power felt vast and limitless.

Simply standing there, his aura alone felt like it could dominate all epochs, stride across nine heavens, and remain eternally undefeated.

It was a figure that seemed to be the greatest existence under heaven, an insurmountable presence that made everyone, even Infinite Dao cultivators, feel insignificant.

“Who… is that?”

Most could not recognize him.

Only Heaven-Crown Celestial God seemed to realize the truth. His expression shifted, becoming solemn.

…

“Holy Progenitor, I thought you wouldn’t show yourself.”

The True Martial Progenitor’s laughter echoed as he stepped back into the sky, completely unharmed.

“Since you’re here, why hide? Come out and fight.”

A vast voice rolled across the heavens, drowning the entire wasteland. Its power shook the hearts of all who heard it.

“Zhen Wu, you foolish ant. There is still a path for you to turn back. I warn you, do not ruin yourself...”

The voice boomed like thunder yet carried an irresistible authority, stirring reflections and doubt in the hearts of those listening.

“Holy Progenitor, you and I are not so different. Your tricks won’t sway me,” the True Martial Progenitor said. Since you’re here, let’s fight. I haven’t had a proper battle since my three flowers fully bloomed.”

“Three Blossoms is not invincible,” the Holy Progenitor’s voice replied.

The blurred figure raised his right hand. Edicts flowed through his fingers. Countless stars revolved between them.

He flicked lightly.

“With this single leaf, I can sever countless stars, boundless seas, and endless worlds.”

A withered leaf fell from the heavens.

As it descended, the world split into two, one half filled with vibrant yang, the other immersed in lifeless yin.

On the yang side, a blazing sun radiated eternal light. On the yin side, countless bones floated in a dead sea.

These visions were illusions, the product of immense power, but the force behind them was real.

As the leaf fell and the visions surged forth, everyone felt a sense of unavoidable doom.

“Good!” the True Martial Progenitor laughed boldly.

He advanced instead of retreating.

The three flowers above his head fully blossomed.

Misty energy flowed outward.

“Zhen Wu…”

A whisper seemed to echo from the void.

His eyes closed for a moment as the mist swelled, forming the shape of an ancient giant.

This giant wasn’t like the others. It was the embodiment of True Martial Will itself, pure martial intent.

The colossal figure let out a low shout and reached for the falling leaf.

To ordinary saints, it looked like a simple clash between a giant and a leaf.

But to Infinite Dao cultivators, it was the collision of two ultimate Primordial Edicts, one from the Three Blossoms, one from the Heavenly Dao.

A thunderous boom erupted.

The leaf sliced through the giant’s hand, cutting it apart and moving toward its head.

But the giant moved with incredible speed, despite its size, it was astonishingly agile.

Even with one hand destroyed, the other hand clamped down tightly on the leaf.

The two Primordial Edicts began to clash.

The True Martial Progenitor’s True Martial Primordial Edict versus the Holy Progenitor’s Heavenly Dao Primordial Edict.