Xuanyuan Human Emperor, acting upon this will, naturally would not leave the mastermind behind it the slightest room for mercy.
He merely raised a finger, and a thread of brilliant golden sword light suddenly burst forth, as though carved from white jade, yet enveloped in towering killing intent;
in an instant, the entire void was filled with stern Sword Intent, the air froze, grass and trees bent low, and even the wind halted in its tracks.
At this moment, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who had already reached the consummate realm of Quasi-Saint, felt the space in every direction abruptly tighten, as though heaven and earth themselves were rejecting him, with no earth beneath his feet, no sky above his head, and even his breaths bound by invisible shackles.
He understood perfectly:
this was not the suppression of an array, but the result of the other party's cultivation crushing his own;
that vast Dao cultivation, as boundless as the sea, had silently usurped the authority of this world, completely isolating him from heaven and earth.
Yet Eastern Emperor Taiyi's lips instead curved into an arc brimming with fighting spirit.
With a flip of his right hand, an ancient, colossal bell appeared in his palm—
Infinity Bell!
Clang!
The toll of the bell pierced clouds and split stone, shaking all directions.
Without hesitation, he poured every last bit of his lifetime's refined mana into the bell;
the Infinity Bell answered with a resonant hum, its ringing surging like tides and spreading outward layer upon layer, forcibly tearing ripples visible to the naked eye through the sealed space.
Centered on him, the void twisted violently, and laws manifested, threads of golden, silver-gray, and crimson origin madly intertwined and collided, chaotic, violent, out of control—
if this continued, it would surely detonate a storm of