Across Eighty Thousand Li, Twelve Cities Fell

One strike!

For three hundred years, Cloud Crane True Person had been among the most renowned figures in the Far Eastern Six Domains. Only in the past century had Han Zhan begun to eclipse him. Yet he fell on the spot!

Even his Nascent Soul had no time to escape.

Such power made hearts and souls quake.

Above Wind Thunder Palace,

thirty Golden Core Cultivators stared in a daze, their minds seized by what they had seen.

But none of them were fools!

In an instant, they surged with Mana and tried to flee in every direction.

Just then, the aloof woman glanced at Wind Thunder Palace and swept out a wide sleeve of her pale-green robe.

With that single sweep, the once-overbearing Wind Thunder Palace fell utterly silent.

The Golden Core Cultivators trying to escape felt a terrifying pull from her sleeve. Their bodies flew toward it against their will.

Luo Chen was among them.

In fact, he reacted better than most.

Years of cultivating the Micro Dust Origin Art had made him far quicker than ordinary people at cutting off stray thoughts. He was among the first to flee.

Breaking Moon Wings! Heavenly Peng True Body! Nine Myriad Miles!

In a mere instant, his Heavenly Peng True Body spread wings ten zhang wide and flew clear of Wind Thunder Palace, trailing a torrent of Flame Light.

And yet!

When that sleeve swept toward him, no matter how he drove his Breaking Moon Wings, he was as helpless as a bird in a cage.

A strange force dragged his enormous body back.

As he plunged into that dim, uncanny space, only one legendary Divine Ability surfaced in his mind.

Universe in the Sleeves!

Before absolute power, even the most extraordinary arts were ants trying to shake a great tree.