Heaven's wisdom—or rather, Heaven's authority—was simply too formidable.
Chu Qing's wisdom fundamentally could not keep up with the other's pace.
What was more, the other had studied his divine abilities and methods, even repeatedly observing him when he had been weak.
Therefore, it knew him like the back of its hand.
At this moment, Heaven drew most of its consciousness into the two eyeballs again. It was only natural that Chu Qing could not find any flaw in it.
Yet it was precisely this natural state of affairs that utterly enraged Chu Qing.
"Since I can't solve the problem, then I'll solve the one causing it."
At that moment, Chu Qing cast aside wisdom and unleashed all his reserves and might.
Then, he unleashed his divine abilities.
All kinds of divine abilities poured forth like a mad torrent.
Normally speaking:
These divine abilities fundamentally could not completely kill Heaven.
They could not even stop Heaven from repairing itself.
However:
Chu Qing's titles displayed tremendous might at this moment.
A portion of his many attacks was always enhanced by his titles, leaving special wounds across Heaven's flesh and blood.
Some of these wounds took three to five minutes—or three to five seconds—to heal.
Others took three to five years, or even three to five thousand years, to heal.
This was the power bestowed by the titles from the Four Directions.
Even Heaven could not heal them.
At first, Heaven did not care about those tiny wounds.
But in less than ten seconds, Chu Qing had unleashed tens of thousands of divine abilities and left over a hundred wounds that would take at least a day to heal. Heaven panicked.
It severed the wounded flesh and regrew it.
But the newly formed flesh still bore wounds.
It did not restore that piece