"Engrave the will, cross the boundless tribulation, the great path perishes, all beings enter the sea of suffering, hard to reach the other shore; abandon the path, cultivate the true self, dedicate to the path of cultivation."

The voice of the towering blood shadow seemed to come from beyond the heavens, slowly raising its hand to deliver a punch.

Just like Dao Lao.

A simple punch, yet it seemed to contain endless variations, crushing myriad paths, colliding heavily with Dao Lao's fist.