The Power of Six-billion, Four-Hundred and Eighty years

Ignoring Priest Mu and Priest Hua's abnormal blood-shedding, Ji Hao continued pushing the Pan Gu sword stably into Priest Mu's body. The sword realm, which was generated from the entire heaven, was added to the Pan Gu sword to brutally destroy Priest Mu's body and tear apart the Dao inside him.

Just then, Ji Hao 'saw' Priest Mu. Through the body of this Priest Mu in front of him, through the measureless distance, he saw the real Priest Mu in an indescribable place, in a state of quietus!

That was the real Priest Mu, hiding in a secret place, sinking in an unspeakable state, sealing himself with his measureless power and mysterious great Dao. He was like a cicada pupa which was buried deep underground, waiting for the autumn wind to blow, waiting to get out of the shell and then shake the world with its shrill voice, rise straight into the sky to stay high above the mortal world and look down on the masses.