When the black-robed man’s voice fell, many present were still in a daze. But the Crimson-Hell War God’s expression changed instantly.
“Godspeed… Godspeed… you’re that Godspeed!” he shouted the name three times in a row.
Even Xu Zimo was stunned.
“Godspeed? Grand Emperor Shen Xing?”
Back in the Primordial Heartlands, the True Martial Sacred Ground had been a colossal force with four Emperors. Aside from Zhen Wu and San Dao, another was Shen Xing.
Godspeed Progenitor once swore that in his lifetime he would traverse all the brilliance of the Nine Heavens. After arriving in this world, Xu Zimo had never even considered him, because someone like Godspeed Progenitor would never stay in one place. He would roam the entire Nine Heavens.
But now, looking at the man standing before him, Xu Zimo felt the overflowing, explosive aura radiating from the man’s body. The Primordial Edicts circulating around him proved he had already reached the Infinite Dao realm.
This wasn’t surprising. During the previous great war between the True Martial Sacred Ground and the Ten God-Clans, Godspeed Progenitor had already stepped into Infinite Dao.
Among the four Grand Emperors of the True Martial Sacred Zhen Wu was renowned across eras, a founder of an age.
Hongtian had dominated several eras with unmatched might.
San Dao built his fame through the pinnacle of saber cultivation, any discussion of sabers would always lead back to him.
pared to those three, Godspeed Progenitor was the opposite. His reputation was neither grand nor influential. Even after being a Grand Emperor, he walked the world alone, never doing anything earthshaking. His name remained obscure.
Yet because of this purity, Godspeed Progenitor surpassed even San Dao in stepping into the Infinite Dao realm. He had been an Infinite Dao powerhouse for many years now.
Now that he had appeared, he looked calmly at the Crimson-Hell War God and smiled, “Crimson-Hell, bullying the younger generation… what’s the point? Why don’t you try me instead?”
“So you really came back,” the Crimson-Hell War God said.
“I dislike conflict and do not make enemies lightly. But since the sect needs me, I will not refuse,” Godspeed Progenitor replied. Primordial Edicts spread beneath his feet.
In a blink, no one saw how he moved. Not Xu Zimo, a Sage Monarch. Not even the Crimson-Hell War God, a fellow Infinite Dao powerhouse. His movement was a blur.
Godspeed Progenitor appeared beside the Crimson-Hell War God and slashed down with a single sweeping kick. The Crimson-Hell War God hurriedly crossed his arms to block.
With a thunderous boom, he was sent flying.
“Again!” the War God roared in anger. The Aryan-Swastika God-Seal roared to life in his hands, empowered by Primordial Edicts. The blood sea surged around it, the seal seeming to transform into a blood fiend as it charged.
Godspeed Progenitor waved his hand. Countless Primordial Edicts tightened within his grasp. His path was the Dao of Speed, an unassuming law, yet when pushed to its extreme, capable of erasing all things.
His speed now had reached its limit, far beyond what mortal eyes could follow. Space warped. A massive black hole formed, radiating a devouring force capable of consuming everything.
Xu Zimo lifted his head slightly. He felt the horrifying tearing force. As the Aryan-Swastika God-Seal approached, it was swallowed pletely. Even the Primordial Edicts imbued in the seal had no chance to resist.
This was the apex of the Dao of Speed. Godspeed Progenitor had mastered it far more deeply than most Infinite Dao cultivators.
The Crimson-Hell War God’s brow furrowed. This sudden appearance of Godspeed Progenitor was proving troublesome. But with things already escalated, the battle had to be decided.
He knew his control over Primordial Edicts wasn’t as refined. He waved his hands, and behind him his True Fate manifested, a massive Blood God Asura.
It emerged as though rising from a blood sea, its eyes glowing scarlet. In its six hands, it wielded two Asura blades, blood waves surging around its body. It bore three heads, six arms, and a blood-red cape.
As the Asura appeared, all of the Crimson-Hell War God’s Blood Dao Primordial Edicts wrapped around it. One could even hear the rushing, boiling flow of blood inside its body.
The Asura roared and charged toward Godspeed Progenitor with blades raised.
Godspeed Progenitor lifted his hand, and his True Fate manifested as well. It wasn’t some beast or demon.
It was himself.
He had imprinted his own being as his True Fate.
This choice had pros and cons.
A self-based True Fate had perfect patibility and infinite potential for growth. But its power depended entirely on the cultivator. If one remained mediocre, the True Fate would be rubbish.
But clearly, Godspeed Progenitor had chosen correctly. Having stepped into Infinite Dao, his imprinted True Fate was now terrifyingly strong.
The two Godspeed Progenitors moved across the heavens, left and right, as though walking along the path of the Heavenly Dao. Their speed was unreal, leaving only faint traces behind. The trajectory they traced was the trajectory of the Great Dao itself, paved with the Dao of Speed, humming with Dao resonance.
When the Blood God Asura charged with its twin blades, the two Godspeed Progenitors were already circling it at impossible speed. One Godspeed Progenitor was already frightening, but two pushed space into a spiraling black vortex.
The Blood God Asura was trapped within the black hole, resisting the devouring force. Godspeed Progenitor’s speed neared the speed of light. A storm formed at the center point, shooting to the heavens and swallowing both him and the Blood God Asura.
Thunderous rumbling shook the skies. The entire firmament warped.
Seeing this, the Crimson-Hell War God turned pale. He could feel his True Fate beginning to tear apart from the strain.
“Godspeed Progenitor, you’re seeking death!”
He roared. An Aryan-Swastika mark appeared on his forehead, embedded into his skull. When it lit up, a celestial pathway manifested behind him, a road stretching upward into the heavens.
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