Boom!
The force of the collision swept the clouds clean from the sky above Obsidian.
The black and white swords in Qin Chuan's hands locked against the pure-gold Origin Greatsword, grinding out showers of sparks from warped space.
The bones in his arms creaked under the pressure.
For the first time, Qin Chuan felt himself struggling in a contest of strength.
He had the authority of the Origin Realm's Lord of Creation behind him, and his All Attributes had just surged by fifty million points.
Even so, the force bearing down through the Origin Greatsword felt like he was holding up dozens of neutron stars.
It was not mere physical weight. It was "mass" beyond the dimension of Main Gods.
"You've got some strength."
Qin Chuan put more force into his wrists. Shadow Power instantly healed the bleeding cracks in the webbing between his thumbs and forefingers.
"Low-dimensional insect! Before the Origin, you don't even deserve to stand!"
The Holy Father roared, and his remaining ten pairs of Light Wings flared open.
The golden light on his greatsword swelled a hundredfold, forcing Qin Chuan's black and white sword energy down.
Bang!
The terrifying burst of force sent Qin Chuan flying backward like a cannonball into the distant Void.
While he was still airborne, the Divine Might of Moment of Utmost Darkness lit up.
Space-Time Shuttle!
His path through the air shifted three seconds along the timeline.
Qin Chuan broke free of his backward flight and landed firmly on a floating slab of rock.
Below, in front of the Obsidian Temple.
The Water God gripped his staff with both hands and raised a Heavy Water Shield hundreds of meters thick, blocking the shockwaves crashing down from above.
"Holy shit! What did that old bastard eat growing up? How is he this