Although the red-robed woman’s Buddha projection could manifest ten thousand radiant characters and suppress all beneath heaven, Xu Zimo’s blade intent was equally vast, like sea, like prison, capable of shattering everything before him.

Each swing of his blade crushed another golden Buddha character.

Water surged across the heavens, fire burst in all directions, thunder-dragons roared.

The entire void was filled with visions tearing through the darkness.

“You’re just a broken remnant, what gives you the right to block me?!” Xu Zimo roared.

The blade aura pouring from his body grew stronger and stronger. Every swing annihilated all before it, each strike more powerful than the last.

Finally, after smashing through every Buddha-character, he reached the front of the colossal Buddha statue.

“Break!” he shouted.

The Infinite-Samsara Demon-Eyes activated; the void of samsara twisted violently, crushing the Buddha statue within it.

The red-robed woman gasped. She quickly detonated a burst of Buddha-light from her palm, trying to block Xu Zimo’s attack.

“You’re not enough,” Xu Zimo said coldly.

His Infinite-Samsara Demon-Eyes grew even stronger. The power of samsara distorted space itself, shattering the statue. The Buddha collapsed on the spot, breaking apart in unwilling despair.

The red-robed woman prepared to strike again, but Shadow Tyrant, Xu Zimo’s blade, was already resting at her neck.

“It’s over,” he said quietly.

She lifted her head and saw the coldness in his eyes. A single flinch, and her head would fall. But she didn’t seem to care. She was already a living corpse.

“If I weren’t trapped here, at my peak, you would never be my match,” she said.

Xu Zimo’s gaze didn’t waver. “You talk too much.”

The woman stiffened, then gave a cold laugh. “Defeating me doesn’t count. Only if you defeat him will you truly pass.”

Her gaze turned to the white-robed young man standing opposite her, her long-time counterpart. From the moment Xu Zimo arrived, through both their conversation and their battle, the white-robed man had not moved at all.

But now, after hearing her words, his rigid body relaxed. He lowered his hands slowly and said with a bitter smile, “Junior Sister, why bother?”

“What, are you planning to ignore the task that great lord gave us? We are supposed to guard this place,” she replied.

The white-robed man shook his head. He looked toward Xu Zimo. “You are not my match.”

“How would you know without fighting?” Xu Zimo replied casually.

Both of these people had clearly been Infinite Dao cultivators in life. But how much strength remained after their deaths? That was unknown.

Xu Zimo wasn’t the sort of person to fear a battle before it even began.

The white-robed man smiled faintly. “Very well. I won’t bully you. I will use only three moves. If you can withstand them, the path ahead will open, and you may proceed freely.”

Hearing this, Xu Zimo’s eyes narrowed. For him to say such a thing meant he had absolute confidence.

“Three moves or thirty, I’ll take them all.”

The young man simply shook his head with an amused expression. He raised one hand, and a single finger descended toward Xu Zimo, nothing more than a finger, yet when it fell, it felt like a planet crashing down, suppressing all under heaven.

Xu Zimo’s eyes sharpened. He unleashed the Heaven-Shattering Force and pushed the massive pillar aside with both hands, hurling it away.

“Heaven-Shattering, quite decent. But your cultivation is still lacking,” the white-robed man said with a hint of surprise.

That was the first move.

Immediately, the second was ready, not a finger this time, but a palm.

The palm unfolded like a curtain covering the sky, blotting out the heavens. Its momentum was vast, overwhelming, descending with unstoppable force.

Xu Zimo could tell.

The man had no killing intent. He merely wished to test him.

Even so, the pressure was immense.

This time, Xu Zimo drew upon everything, not just the Heaven-Shattering Force, but also Heaven-Earth Dharma Codex and the God-Demon Creation Atlas. All the divine arts that could strengthen him surged forth.

Only then did he barely withstand the strike.

But he couldn’t break it, just hold on long enough to avoid being crushed.

“Interesting,” the white-robed man said with genuine admiration. “If you reach Infinite Dao in the future, you may surpass even us.”

Before Xu Zimo could answer, the red-robed woman let out a cold laugh. “Fall into this Abyss of Oblivion, what future could he possibly have? I’ve already seen his ending. He’ll end up like us, a living corpse wasting away in solitude. Or like those behind us, nothing but bones.”

The white-robed man shook his head and smiled. “The heavens have cycles of fullness and decline. I believe all things hold a sliver of chance. We could not escape, yet that does not mean no one else can.”

The woman snorted but did not argue. Ultimately, whether one could leave depended on strength. If you were powerful enough, the world’s limits meant nothing.

“You’ve taken two moves. Prepare yourself for my third,” he said.

From his waist, he drew a long sword. With a resounding boom, a sword intent that shattered all darkness erupted. Even in this pitch-black world, its brilliance was unforgettable.

“Senior Brother, stop holding back,” the red-robed woman reminded him. “Otherwise that lord will be displeased.”

The man just smiled.

He swung the sword, cutting out a streak of sword intent so powerful it tore the void itself.

This was a life-and-death sword intent, endless, reincarnating.

More than that, woven into it were the Dao of Life and Death.

Yes, he had comprehended two Daos.

Xu Zimo could wield countless Daos only because of his True Fate, the God World.

With the power of an entire world, he could do so.

Ordinary people typically cultivated a single Dao. Two were possible, but each additional Dao made stepping into Saint Sovereign, and especially Infinite Dao, far harder. As the saying went, chew too much, choke yourself.

Two Daos were not necessarily stronger than one, just more options. Ultimately, one could only ascend with a single Dao. One Dao must be abandoned.

Unless one followed Xu Zimo’s path of not comprehending one Dao, but comprehending every single Dao with a world. Yes. From the moment he created the God World, Xu Zimo’s path diverged from everyone else. Of the countless Grand Daos, he refused to be satisfied with any single one. He would use his True Fate World to comprehend the Grand Dao and ultimately replace the Nine Heavens.

The birth of a new world meant the destruction of the old.

Thus, he would inevitably wage war against High Heaven.

For anyone else, cultivating multiple Daos was not necessarily beneficial. It only made one’s cultivation path more complicated.

Of course, the white-robed youth before him was not trying to walk a Multi-Dao path.