The Taoist Sect has encountered changes throughout the ages, faced nine tribulations, and the immortal gods have reached a dead end!
In the sky, myriad thunderbolts dissipated entirely, leaving only Wang Tong standing alone in the vast void, his invincible form resembling both an immortal and a god.
Born with natural Taoist bones and melting myriad laws, such a Wang Tong was unbeatable, truly deserving to be called a master of both Taoist ways and divine skills.
No wonder even the Dragon Tiger Mountain hailed him as the most talented strongman in history.
Even the Tao King from two thousand years ago could not be compared with him.
Throughout the ages, he was the only one who mastered the divine skills of all nine Taoist Sects.
As Lin Jie dissipated, it seemed that this great battle was finally coming to an end.
But just then, a grand and ancient voice, vast and nameless, resounded everywhere.
"Nine Tribulations of the Taoist Sect."
"Lin... Lin Jie... He's not dead?"