Yang Ji, fearless and undaunted, had just slain the Destiny Tribulation and his confidence was through the roof. Floating in the air, he took two steps and pointed his finger to the sky, bellowing, "Fate-Pointing Finger!"
The origin of destiny surged wildly. A beam of destiny shot out, traversing the long river of time, and directly targeted the Time Dao Tribulation.
In an instant, although the vital energy of the Time Dao Tribulation remained untouched, its "fate" was diminished by thirty percent.
The long river of time that it had unleashed enveloped Yang Ji, intending to trap him completely within the illusory confines of time.
But how could Yang Ji be so easily fooled? Neither the past nor the future could confine him because he acknowledged only the present.
The Golden Finger discerned the information, and with the Bow of Years tearing through the long river of time, he casually stepped out.
The Fate-Pointing Finger once again shot out fiercely, its light of destiny landing on the Time Dao Tribulation, inflicting another thirty percent damage to its "fate."
In the ensuing exchange, Yang Ji launched two more fingers.
The formidable Destiny Dao Tribulation disintegrated directly, its origin of time completely plundered.
So effortlessly had he slain the Time Dao Tribulation that the Rail Wooden Box was dumbfounded—this was simply inconceivable.
These were Dao Calamities, the very tribulations countless Daoists saw as fearsome tigers, yet they were so fragile, hardly withstanding a single blow?
Destroyed after just four fingers?
Yang Ji's expression was extremely calm because all of this was within his expectations.
Once he found out that the Immortal Peach Tree was the Life Root and had a chance to slay the Destiny Tribulation, a plan had already taken shape in his mind.
First, slay the strongest destiny, then use the origin of destiny gained to power the Fate-Pointing Finger, and unleash the most powerful technique.
Dealing with the remaining Dao Calamities was just a matter of time.
At this moment, the Fate-Pointing Finger was merely a Supreme Divine Power, but boosted by the origin of destiny, it far surpassed any other method he currently possessed.
Anything that existed had a fate because "existence" itself was fate. Having fate, the Fate-Pointing Finger could strike down.
Whether you were the Great Dao or a rock, all were slain without error.
This was Yang Ji's confidence, the domineering spirit of his challenge against ten Dao Calamities.
Everything was progressing as anticipated.
Yang Ji raised his hand and turned his gaze once more toward the Depths of the Origin.
This time, he sensed the Grand Dao of Space.
When time did not appear, space reigned supreme.
Techniques of spatial dimension cutting, spatial imprisonment, spatial collapse, spatial banishment—over a dozen kinds of spatial origin techniques were unleashed by the Space Dao Tribulation.
All aimed to obliterate Yang Ji.
Yet Yang Ji's Immortal Body and undying Primordial Spirit, stood on invincible ground.
In his hand lay the Fate-Pointing Finger, an ultimate technique, and amidst the fierce battle, four fingers were pointed.
The Space Dao Tribulation collapsed!