A deathly silence blacker than darkness filled heaven and earth.
No living beings existed in the world, and the Myriad Daos had yet to be born. At this node before Chaos had opened, all Dao arts and divine powers lost effect. Even if the foreign True Immortal wanted to resist, he had no idea where to begin.
At that moment.
A speck of Chaos was born from the void's darkness. So-called Dao gave birth to One, One gave birth to Two, Two gave birth to Three, and Three gave birth to Myriad Things. Heaven and earth were created from Chaos, and the Great Dao was born from the beginning.
But in the foreign True Immortal's field of vision, he only felt that speck of Chaos light transform into Wang Yu's heaven-propping giant palm, wrapped in a vast amount of profundities and Dao Fruit Power as it came crashing down.
He was like a small boat sailing amid the raging waves of the blue sea.
His cultivation seemed to have been sealed. Before he could even speak a complete sentence, he was annihilated with a boom. Under the scouring of countless laws and profundities, his Immortal Body, which had already returned to its peak, seemed even more like it had been dismantled into the particles that composed all things in the world.
Even when it instinctively wanted to heal, it was blocked by the law fields between each other.
Such might, and it was the first time it had been released.
Wang Yu watched this scene with a pale face and secretly clicked his tongue. The magic power in his body had been drained dry once more. Most importantly, the twenty-five Dao Fruits hidden within his Internal Grotto-Heaven had also become dim and lightless; he feared they would need a period