The legendary Lord of the Witch Realm was in the void not far away.
When Fang Qing had dealt with his many subordinates, the Lord of the Witch Realm's corpse let out a soaring chant.
"Your eyes shall become my eyes!"
"Your bones shall become my scepter."
"..."
Chant after chant resounded through the heavens, representing the Lord of the Witch Realm's incomparably terrifying witchcraft.
As such Dao arts circulated through the void, countless laws between heaven and earth seemed poised to return to the era of the previous epoch.
Dark clouds and lightning filled every corner of the universe, and everywhere was permeated by an aura of chaos and ruin.
This terrifying aura carried the feeling of endless natural disasters. Essentially, any cultivator below the Heavenly Monarch realm who encountered it would descend into chaos and madness, their entire Cultivation Level dissolving away like running water.
Even ordinary Heavenly Monarchs who encountered such a terrifying aura would involuntarily fall into a berserk state.
This was the terrifying Cultivation Level of the Lord of the Witch Realm. Even though he had already perished, he still exuded fearsome killing power.
"Dust to dust, earth to earth. The past returns to the past; the present belongs to me."
Facing the terrifying aura emanating from the Lord of the Witch Realm, Fang Qing spoke.
As his words fell into the void, the laws of heaven and earth throughout the entire world came under his restraint and underwent countless changes.
Countless pure and beautiful auras appeared in the void, directly purifying the Lord of the Witch Realm's aura. Drops of rain even fell from above, directly weakening the Lord of the Witch Realm's aura.
In that instant, Fang Qing seized the entire void in his hand and sent it into the Heaven Burial Coffin.