Seventh Dao Master took a deep breath and said, “I’m fine.” He wiped away the blood and remained calm. Color returned to his pale face, and at least on the surface, it did not seem like he was too affected.

However, only he knew what his true condition was…scholar Cheng Haoran’s blow to him this time was massive! Seventh Dao Master had mastered the art of illusions and projections, this was the path of cultivation that he created by integrating the laws of the world.

However, though Seventh Dao Master had worked with illusions all his life, he ended up being bitten by his illusion. There was no way that he was not feeling resentful and angry, but he knew that focusing on this now was useless. He raised his head and looked at the World Origin that was almost fully condensed.

Once it was finished condensing, all of his wounds would be healed.

“Kill!” The daoist wielding a sword roared and he slashed his longsword downwards...