Cangming looked up, gazing at the sky shrouded in boundless sword energy. The dimness and despair in his eyes gradually turned into madness.
"Since my clan has ruled the Six Realms, we've grown increasingly like the Human Clan, caring about rules and restraints, forgetting the essence of the Ancient God Clan."
"That essence is the primal wildness and ferocity that belong to natural spirit beings!"
"Let the madness take over completely!"
A fierce glint flashed in Cangming's eyes, and another petal fell from his true form, the Seven-Colored Flower. Only three petals remained, swaying gently amidst the sword energy, appearing both fragile and sorrowful.
On the other end of the sword energy, Gu Lan continued to wield his sword without pause. Every stroke carried calmness, even coldness. He would show no mercy to his enemies.