In the territory where the Shangqing holy land had been, a battle between ten unparalleled powerhouses raged on. Mountains and rivers were reduced to ruins as the Northern Sea surged wildly. The sky was a storm of fire; the ground was scorched black for hundreds of miles on end. Observers from various forces had long since retreated. They were watching from afar in horror.0

The two sides fought intensely; neither could gain a clear upper hand. After half a day of fierce combat, however, one of the cultivators trumped his opponent.0

Yang Chuan had been fighting against Ao Canghai, who was in the form of a massive golden dragon. He had summoned a vast ocean with which to attack Yang Chuan. Yang Chuan, on the other hand, was flanked by a giant purple eye floating above him that radiated dazzling purple light. Beams shot out, forming a purple formation that enclosed the golden dragon.0

The dragon thrashed violently, but failed to break free.0

"You've lost, Ao Canghai!" Yang Chuan declared coldly.0

"No, I haven't! Break, damn...0