铛铛铛！
The sword materialized, clanging like ripples spreading through the formless.
Here, there was no time, no age, no space, and no so-called laws of the Great Dao or order.
There were only two colossal beings, bearing all things, locked in a mortal combat.
Both were truly eternal and immortal, deathless and indestructible.
There was perhaps no clear advantage for either side.
Any damage sustained was healed in the blink of an eye.
After an unknown duration, the two figures drew apart.
Both were void, devoid of any emotional fluctuations.
"Not bad. After endless eons, at last, a worthy opponent has appeared for me to face seriously."
Wu spoke faintly, tossing his gray Ancestral Origin longsword into the air, where it dissolved into infinity.
With a slight flick of his finger, the sword sliced through the formless, heading towards Mu Changqing.
Mu Changqing watched this scene calmly. His palm flowed, transforming the formless into form, creating a shield of substance.
This was a shield like that of all heavens, blocking all space and suppressing all knowable within the surroundings.
Rumble!
The clash between sword and shield was terrifying and awe-inspiring. Worlds wailed, and ages withered.
The two figures stood as remnants in the world. Their casual combat brought about the alternation of endless ancient history and the fading of grand eras.
After an unknown period, the sword and shield vanished, the blinding radiance dissolving into formlessness.
Purple and gray mists surged forth, ceaselessly evolving into brilliant galaxies that served as battlegrounds, only to be extinguished again in an instant.
Crimson light spread to the formless, then receded into nothingness, as if blood had stained all worlds, chilling the heart.
This battle was unending. Their powers had surpassed all constraints.
He originated from nothingness. Even if his aura momentarily waned, it would transform from formless to form, rapidly recovering and returning to its peak state.
"Exhilarating! Hahahaha! An unending battle! Even if worlds wither and grand eras fade, as long as I do not fall, the battle will not cease."
Wu roared, his voice immense, filled with boundless majesty that shook ancient and future times.
Boom!
Behind him, in the boundless, endless beyond.
A fragment of the Ancestral Origin, resplendent yet shattered into formlessness, erupted with immeasurable Ancestral Origin matter, pouring down like a world-ending storm, sweeping through the formless.
Streams of light transformed from formless to form, using brilliant galaxies as their foundation and the essence of the gray Ancestral Origin as their supplement, blocking every possible retreat for Mu Changqing.
That power surpassed all that could be known.
At this moment, even a resurrected Ancestral God would be unable to withstand the world-ending storm conjured by this Ancestral Origin matter for even a moment.
Mu Changqing raised his head, gazing calmly at the storm that crushed all in its path and the ubiquitous light screens surrounding him.
With a subtle shift of his consciousness, he shouldered the Ancestral Origin, transforming its essence into a longsword.
Threads of purple flames burned around him, like world-destroying infernos, shocking and monstrous.
He strode across the heavens step by step. With each step, the formless would turn into form, and galaxies would turn purple, arising and perishing in an instant.
The sword energy remained, vast and eternal.
Mu Changqing feared nothing, drawing his sword and charging directly.
"Even if you are the heaven of all worlds, the creator of all things and all laws, even if you created the Burial of the Heavens Bead, what of it? I possess an invincible heart and still fear nothing."
"In my realm of formlessness, I am invincible. No matter how powerful or eternally immortal you are, you cannot escape destruction."
Mu Changqing roared. The anomalies around him surpassed the limits of thought.
The sword's hum resonated, continuously repelling the light screens and clashing with the world-ending storm.
With a flicker of his will, Mu Changqing became immeasurable.
Countless identical figures stepped forth from the formless.
Equally powerful, equally cold, and possessing an invincible heart.
These avatars emerged together, directly attacking the true body of Wu.
Wu watched all this with indifference, his battle intent boundless.
A horizontal sword strike unleashed immeasurable power, intertwined with dense ancestral runes, born from the most fundamental origins.
In just an instant, it annihilated Mu Changqing's immeasurable avatars.
"I have already given you time, yet you are still not strong enough to destroy me."
Wu spoke imperiously, his thoughts immeasurable, appearing behind Mu Changqing in an instant.
A sword strike split the purple Ancestral Origin, charging towards Mu Changqing.
Boom!
Mu Changqing suffered a terrifying blow, his figure sent flying back, shattering a light screen.
He barely managed to stop himself.
He stood leaning on his sword, looking coldly at the increasingly frenzied Wu.
In an instant, the purple Ancestral Origin recovered, equally terrifyingly powerful, suppressing all variables and unknowns.
The dao wounds on his body, like abyssal chasms, healed instantly.
"True eternal immortality?"
Mu Changqing murmured to himself. Wu was too powerful, so powerful that he transcended everything.
He existed as a relativistic entity. Even if Mu Changqing reached the same level, he could not easily destroy him.
In fact, Mu Changqing was subtly at a disadvantage.
Wu was like a supreme deity, ruling over all beings in the mortal world.
He trod upon all beings, controlling their destinies.
He was too powerful, so powerful that he could not destroy himself.
He had used every method he could imagine, yet he still could not erase himself.
He could not even weaken himself.
"Mu Changqing, come again! Kill me, and you will be the heaven of the world, the sole supreme being, in control of all variables in heaven and earth, and the alternation of all beings' destinies."
Wu spoke imperiously, his voice filled with immense, majestic authority.
He transformed from formless to form, his appearance far more terrifying than any god or demon of heaven and earth.
His hair was formed from brilliant galaxies, and his body was cast from an Ancestral Origin of unknown depth.
He was too colossal and immeasurable, his pressure surpassing all existence.
The mere residual pressure he leaked could create countless Ancestral Gods and forge all magnificent and brilliant eras.
With a single thought, he could cause any brilliant prosperous era to wither.
"But you cannot destroy me either. Since you seek death, I shall fulfill your wish."
Mu Changqing's black robe fluttered, his hair flying.
His expression grew colder. He grasped the air with his palm, and the purple Ancestral Origin appeared.
There, at the core of the purple Ancestral Origin, a corner seemed to be missing.
The gray Ancestral Origin, however, was a truly complete Ancestral Origin, possessing the dawn of the Ancestral Origin.
At this level, the heavens and earth were no longer concealed. Any event or variable was under their control.
If Wu had not intentionally created an adversary, seeking death, Mu Changqing, this anomaly, could never have been born.
His own eternal slumber was precisely to avoid interfering with Mu Changqing's growth.
"The Ancestral Origin is incomplete. Xuan Yue, if not now, when will you return?"
Mu Changqing shouted coldly. In an instant, Wu's Ancestral Origin began to tremble violently.
It instinctively resisted, sensing a more terrifying aura awakening and becoming complete.
Seeing this, Wu waved his sleeve, suppressing the primal fear of his own Ancestral Origin.
He watched this scene indifferently, allowing Mu Changqing to complete his Ancestral Origin and undergo his ultimate transformation.
To completely transcend all restraints and become a complete, supreme Ancestral Origin.
This creation, into which he had poured his painstaking efforts, was actually more terrifying than the gray Ancestral Origin.
It was like having an original work of art, and then creating something based on its template, which would only be more terrifying, more perfect, and more heaven-defying.