Heavenly Seal? It's good for me as a brick.

The divine mountain descended, and the sky collapsed.

At this moment, the entire Primordial World seemed to have its mute button pressed.

The Fan Tian Seal, forged from half of Buzhou Mountain, revealed its most primal and terrifying form, obscuring the sky above Skeleton Mountain.

It was not just immense; it was heavy.

A supreme power, originating from Pangu's spine and having supported the heavens and the earth, transformed into a pure, unreasonable force of suppression, locking down space-time and crushing laws.

Before it, any Divine Abilities, any magical treasures, any comprehension of the Great Dao, all appeared pale and ridiculous.

"It's over!"

Inside the Skeleton Cave, Niangniang Shi Ji watched the vast shadow that had replaced the sky in the water mirror. Her pretty face turned ashen, all color drained away.

The power, merely sensed from afar through the water mirror, made her primordial spirit tremble, nearly collapsing on the spot.

This was a power that no Grand Unity Golden Immortal could resist!

Even a Quasi-Saint, facing this strike that condensed Pangu's divine might, would only meet a bitter end!

"Brother, be careful! That's the Fan Tian Seal!"

She used all her strength to let out a desperate, piercing cry, her voice filled with despair.

In the void, the divine senses of the great powers who had been secretly observing were like candles in a hurricane, frantically retreating, fearing even a trace of the terrifying aftershock.

"He's crazy! Guang Chengzi is truly insane! He's going to revert millions of miles around back to chaos!"

"Retreat! Retreat! Under this strike, all things will perish!"

In the Northern Darkness Demon Master Palace, Kunpeng's divine sense avatar had long since shrunk back to his main body. He stared intently at the divine mountain pressing down, his eyes filled with horror and a hint of morbid satisfaction.

Die!

No matter what monster you are, what Chaos Demon God reincarnated!

Before the Fan Tian Seal personally refined by Primal Beginning Saint, before Pangu's supreme pressure, you will only turn to dust!

Inside Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi and Old Ancestor Hongyun exchanged glances, seeing deep helplessness in each other's eyes.

"With this treasure out, the dust has settled. What a pity for such a person." Zhen Yuanzi sighed deeply, as if he had already foreseen the outcome.

In Fire Cloud Cave, Emperor Xuanyuan slowly loosened his clenched fist, his face filled with solemnity.

This strike had surpassed the realm of "technique" and reached the extreme of "strength."

Could that man in the blue shirt still create a miracle?

Guang Chengzi, who had unleashed the magical treasure, looked ashen-faced, his body swaying precariously, almost falling from the sky.

But his eyes were fixed below, flashing with unprecedented malice and madness.

Die! Die! Die for me!

He could already see Qin Feng, along with the entire Skeleton Mountain, being smashed into nothingness by the Fan Tian Seal. A sneer involuntarily appeared on his face.

However, at the moment when all eyes were on them, when everyone believed Qin Feng was doomed.

At the center of the world-ending storm, locked by that terrifying aura capable of crushing the ancient heavens, Qin Feng finally reacted.

He slowly raised his head and glanced at the ancient divine mountain that occupied his entire vision, smashing down with infinite divine might.

On his face, there was no panic, no solemnity, not even a trace of fear.

On the contrary, there was a hint of... interest?

Yes, interest.

As if a child had found a novel toy.

Under the incredulous gazes of the great powers, who were almost popping their eyeballs out.

Qin Feng, without even fully raising his head, casually extended his right hand.

No magical power circulated, no Great Dao roared.

He simply extended his hand casually, and with a gesture towards the descending divine mountain, he gently supported it.

That hand was fair and slender, as clean as a piece of fine jade. Compared to the world-destroying divine mountain, it was disproportionately small.

Like an ant trying to shake a large tree.

Or like a speck of dust attempting to block an avalanche.

Time seemed to stretch infinitely at this moment.

Space completely solidified at this moment.

BOOM!!!

There was no sound.

Yet, it felt as if the most terrifying roar exploded in the primordial spirit of every living being.

The Fan Tian Seal, capable of crushing the void and destroying all things, suddenly halted a hundred feet above Qin Feng's head.

Yes, it stopped.

And just like that, it was firmly, steadily held by a hand that looked utterly fragile!

The supreme power that could obliterate even a Quasi-Saint's body and soul, the primordial aura originating from Buzhou Mountain, was as docile as a lamb before that hand.

The entire divine mountain simply hung suspended in mid-air, unable to advance even an inch further.

The wind stopped.

The clouds dispersed.

The mournful cries of the laws vanished.

The entire world fell into a deathly silence.

Guang Chengzi's sneer froze instantly, like a crude sculpture.

His mouth hung slightly open, his eyes wide, staring intently at the hand holding the divine mountain. His mind went blank with a resounding "buzz."

This...

This is impossible!!!

What the hell just happened?!

In the void, all the divine senses that had retreated explosively froze in place.

Northern Darkness Demon Master Palace.

With a "thump," Kunpeng, the ancient Demon Master, slid off his throne and collapsed onto the ground, trembling like a sieve. His teeth chattered, making a "clack-clack" sound.

In his eyes, there was no longer any trace of malice or schadenfreude, only a grayish-white hue known as "ultimate fear."

Inside Wuzhuang Temple.

Zhen Yuanzi's hand trembled, nearly dropping the Book of Earth that accompanied him.

Old Ancestor Hongyun, standing beside him, looked even more foolish. His mouth hung open, saliva dripping down unnoticed, as he muttered dazedly, "Fake... it's all fake... I must be dreaming..."

Within Fire Cloud Cave.

Human Emperor Xuanyuan abruptly stood up, his eyes blazing with unprecedented brilliance. He stared intently at the scene, his breathing growing rapid.

"Holding up the sky with one hand... holding up the sky with one hand! This... could this be... the legendary... Great Dao of Strength?!"

In Fuxi's hand, the newly formed crack on the Bagua compass expanded with a "crack," and the entire compass shattered into a sky full of powder.

He spat out another mouthful of blood, but a hint of manic laughter played on his lips.

"Beyond the Heavenly Dao! Just as I suspected, beyond the Heavenly Dao! Hahaha, a variable! This is the true great variable!"

Amidst the shock that sent all the great beings into a daze and shattered their worldviews.

Qin Feng held the massive Fan Tian Seal as if it were an ordinary toy, a hint of disdain on his face.

He brought it closer, examining it carefully.

The primeval divine mountain, capable of obscuring the heavens, rapidly shrank in his palm, eventually transforming into an ancient, unadorned seal the size of his palm.

Qin Feng held the small seal, turning it over and over, then spoke casually in a tone used to appraise goods from a roadside stall:

"Hmm, forged from fragments of Buzhou Mountain. The material is alright."

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Guang Chengzi's ears, who had already turned into a wooden chicken.

Guang Chengzi shuddered as if waking from a nightmare, only to fall into another, even more terrifying one.

Material... alright?

This was Buzhou Mountain, formed from Pangu's spine! The number one divine mountain in the Primordial World!

And you're saying... it's alright?

Before he could recover from this evaluation, Qin Feng's next words struck him like an invisible hammer to the crown of his head.

"It's just that the forging technique is a bit too crude."

Qin Feng pouted and shook his head.

"The laws are mixed, the spiritual essence is impure, and more than eighty percent of its divine might is wasted. What a waste of good materials."

"It's simply a waste of such excellent material."

Pfft--!

Guang Chengzi couldn't hold back any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood.

This statement was more soul-crushing than ten thousand curses!

Crude forging technique?

Wasting materials?

This was his master's, the high and mighty Hunyuan Saint, Yuanshi Tianzun's own treasured creation!

And you're saying a Saint's technique is crude?!

This wasn't just slapping Guang Chengzi in the face; this was grabbing Yuanshi Tianzun's face and rubbing it back and forth on the ground!

After speaking, Qin Feng flipped his wrist.

The Fan Tian Seal spun rapidly in his palm. The residual primordial spirit imprint belonging to Guang Chengzi, along with the numerous restrictions laid down by Yuanshi Tianzun, were effortlessly erased without a sound.

It was as if it wasn't the work of a Saint, but merely a lump of clay that could be kneaded at will.

Qin Feng weighed it in his hand and nodded, seemingly satisfied.

He then raised his head and looked at Guang Chengzi, who stood opposite him with a ashen face, his eyes completely vacant, as if his very soul had been ripped away. A warm smile spread across Qin Feng's face.

"This thing, although it's not refined very well, its strength is its hardness."

"It'll be good for propping up a table leg, or perhaps as a brick for building houses in the future."

"Thank you for your gift."