Niu Ben raised a hand.
With nothing more than a casual wave.
Boom!
That wisp of invisible heavenly might above the sacred land was wiped away on the spot.
There was no earth-shattering clash of divine abilities, nor any deafening roar of the Great Dao.
It was like brushing a speck of dust from his sleeve—so effortless that it sent chills down one's spine.
This scene instantly crossed the endless void and entered the eyes of Great Experts throughout the Primordial Wilderness.
West, Mount Sumeru.
Saint Jieyin abruptly opened his eyes, the suffering in their depths instantly replaced by shock.
He stared fixedly toward the east. The prayer beads in his hand, which had remained unchanged for ten thousand years, actually came to a halt at that moment.
Zhunti shot to his feet in utter loss of composure.
He pointed in the direction of the Ox Clan Sacred Land, his finger trembling slightly, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"How is that possible!"
"That was Heavenly Dao pressure. Even if it was only a wisp, it was still a manifestation of the Heavenly Dao Will."
"Niu Ben erased it completely with nothing but a wave of his hand?"
Zhunti's voice echoed through the vast Great Hall, carrying a trace of barely perceptible panic.
Jieyin took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart before slowly closing his eyes.
"He has grown stronger again."
"Erasing heavenly might is not difficult. What is difficult is doing it so lightly, without even allowing the Heavenly Dao to retaliate."
"Junior Brother, this Niu Ben may be about to advance into the Heavenly Dao Realm."
At the words "Heavenly Dao Realm," Zhunti's entire body shook, and his face instantly turned pale as paper.
The Heavenly Dao Realm was an existence above Saints, a supreme