"Since there is only one chance to sever the Dao, I shall first sever the Path of Destiny!"
Yang Ji's aura erupted like an enraged dragon as he charged into the Land of Origin.
"You're insane! To sever the Path of Destiny first? Aside from those who were born from the Origin, the oldest beings in existence, no one can sever the Destiny Tribulation. Not even the most supreme Dominators who have lived through countless epochs have managed to do it. You must not act recklessly!" the Rail Wooden Box rarely interjected to stop him.
"If the Ancestor of Origin could do it, then why can't I? There's only one chance to sever the Dao, so I might as well try. At worst, I'll just cultivate again in another life!"
Yang Ji suddenly roared and materialized a giant hand that reached into the depths of the Origin, intending to grasp Destiny's Origin.