Clearly.
Xu Qing had made his move, unleashing the special Mighty Power of the True Artifact: Thousand Dao Transformations. With a single strike of his sword, he split the three Saint Ancestors apart.
From then on.
They were once again separate individuals.
Now.
The three decrepit, elderly figures were the Saint Ancestors from several eras later—the ones who had crippled themselves. The other three, in the prime of their youth, were naturally the Saint Ancestors from the Primordial Era.
"This…"
"How is this possible?"
"We… We were actually separated?"
"HSSS…"
Shock.
Horror.
Disbelief.
Expressions of utter shock appeared on the faces of all six Saint Ancestors. It wasn't that they hadn't considered separating again, but their fusion ran too deep, making it impossible.
And now.
Xu Qing had actually managed it, and with a single swing of his sword, no less.
"Mm."
