He... He Actually Said the Heavenly Dao Was Worth Jack Shit?

Dead silence.

The entire Primordial Wilderness fell into an unprecedented, suffocating silence.

Every living being—mortal, cultivator, or lofty powerhouse—stared blankly at the sky, at the enormous azure hand that had casually crushed the Dutian Divine Thunder before opening again as though bored.

Their minds had stopped working altogether.

What was that?

That was the Dutian Divine Thunder!

It was the Heavenly Dao's final judgment, born of its utmost fury and nine bolts of Chaos Divine Thunder!

It was the ultimate heavenly punishment, powerful enough to knock a saint from his Saint Position and erase an entire Great Thousand World!

But now...

Just like that...

A hand had crushed it like an egg?

Without even a decent sound?

Was this a fucking dream?

It had to be!

Otherwise, how could something so worldview-shattering, so absurd it beggared belief, happen?

Penglai Immortal Island.

Inside Tushita Palace, every strand of the Fly Whisk in Saint Taishang's hand trembled faintly beyond his control. It had not quivered once in countless eons.

For the first time, those eyes of his, still as ancient wells and seemingly able to see through everything in the world, revealed an emotion he could not hide: shock.

Crushed... he crushed it?

Had his disciple truly become this powerful?

He knew Niu Ben was strong—absurdly strong, far beyond the bounds of sainthood.

But he had never imagined Niu Ben could catch the Dutian Divine Thunder barehanded and crush it in his fist!

This was no longer a question of strength.

This was openly, brazenly slapping the Heavenly Dao in the face!

Slapping it left and right, each blow ringing out, without sparing it a shred of dignity!

Jade Void Palace.

The Primordial Heavenly Lord shot up from his cloud bed!

The Jade Pure Immortal Light that had flowed steadily around him