Fan Tian Seal? It Would Make a Fine Brick

The divine mountain descended, and heaven and earth collapsed.

At that moment, it was as though the entire prehistoric world had been muted.

The Fan Tian Seal, forged from half of Buzhou Mountain, revealed its most primordial and terrifying form, blotting out the skies above all of Skeleton Mountain.

It was not merely enormous—it was heavy.

The supreme power that had originated from Pangu's spine and once supported heaven and earth transformed into a pure, utterly unreasonable force of suppression, sealing space and time and crushing laws.

Before it, any divine ability, any magical treasure, any comprehension of the Great Dao seemed pale and laughable.

"It's over!"

Inside the Skeleton Cave abode, Niangniang Shi Ji watched the enormous shadow replacing the sky in the water mirror. Her pretty face turned as pale as paper, every trace of color draining away.

That power, even sensed remotely through the water mirror, made her Primordial Spirit tremble, nearly collapsing on the spot.

This was simply not a power a Grand Unity Golden Immortal could withstand!

Even if a Quasi-Saint came, faced with this strike containing Pangu's divine might, there would be no path but destruction!

"Watch out, Daoist Brother! That's the Fan Tian Seal!"

She exhausted all her strength to let out a shrill cry of warning, her voice filled with despair.

In the void, the Spiritual Senses of the Great Powers that had been spying on them were like candles swept up by a hurricane, frantically retreating for fear of being touched by even a trace of that terrifying aftermath.

"He's gone mad! Guang Chengzi has really gone mad! He wants to smash everything within hundreds of millions of li back into chaos!"

"Retreat! Retreat! Once this strike falls, all things will perish!"

Within the Northern Darkness Demon Master Palace, Kunpeng's Spiritual Sense avatar had long since fled back into his true body. He stared fixedly at the divine mountain crashing down, his eyes filled with shock and a thread of morbid delight.

Die!

No matter what kind of monster you are, no matter what Chaos Demon God you reincarnated from!

Before the Fan Tian Seal personally forged by Primal Beginning Saint, before Pangu's supreme pressure, your only fate is to be reduced to dust!

Inside Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi and Ancestor Hong Yun exchanged a glance, both seeing deep helplessness in the other's eyes.

"Once this treasure appears, the outcome is settled. What a pity for such a figure." Zhen Yuanzi let out a long sigh, as though he had already foreseen the ending.

Within Fire Cloud Cave, Emperor Xuanyuan slowly unclenched his fist, his face heavy with gravity.

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

Could that man in green still create a miracle?

Having unleashed his magical treasure, Guang Chengzi's face was as pale as gold paper. His body swayed, and he nearly fell from the sky.

Yet his eyes remained fixed below, flashing with unprecedented resentment and madness.

Die! Die! Die for me!

He seemed to have already seen Qin Feng, together with all of Skeleton Mountain, smashed into nothingness by the Fan Tian Seal. A sinister grin involuntarily appeared on his face.

However, at this moment when all eyes were upon him, when everyone believed Qin Feng was undoubtedly doomed—

Qin Feng, standing at the center of the world-destroying storm and firmly locked down by the terrifying aura capable of crushing the eternal heavens, finally reacted.

He slowly raised his head and glanced at the Primordial Divine Mountain that filled his entire field of vision, carrying boundless divine might as it smashed down upon him.

There was no panic on his face, no solemnity, not even the slightest trace of fear.

Not only was there none, he actually revealed a... curious expression?

Yes, curious.

Like a child seeing a novel toy.

Under the incredulous gazes of the Great Powers, whose eyes nearly popped from their sockets—

Qin Feng did not even fully raise his head. He merely extended his right hand casually.

There was no circulation of Magic Power, no roar of the Great Dao.

He simply reached out so casually and made an empty lifting gesture toward the divine mountain descending to suppress him.

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

Like an ant attempting to shake a great tree.

Or a speck of dust foolishly trying to stop a mountain collapse.

At this moment, time seemed to stretch infinitely.

At this moment, space completely froze.

Boom!!!

There was no sound.

Yet it seemed as though the most terrifying roar exploded within the depths of every living being's Primordial Spirit.

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

Yes, it stopped.

Just like that, it was steadily held up by that palm that appeared so fragile!

The supreme force capable of obliterating even a Quasi-Saint in body and soul, that primordial aura originating from Buzhou Mountain, became as docile as a lamb before that hand.

The entire divine mountain simply hovered silently in midair, unable to advance another fraction.

The wind stopped.

The clouds dispersed.

The wails of the laws vanished.

The entire world fell deathly silent.

The sinister grin on Guang Chengzi's face froze instantly, like a crude statue.

His mouth hung slightly open, his eyes bulging as he stared fixedly at the hand holding up the divine mountain. With a buzz in his mind, his thoughts went completely blank.

This...

This was impossible!!!

What the hell had just happened?!

In the void, all the rapidly retreating Spiritual Senses froze in place as well.

Northern Darkness Demon Master Palace.

With a thud, Kunpeng, the ancient demon master, slipped off his throne and collapsed onto the ground. His entire body shook like a sieve, his teeth chattering loudly.

There was no longer any resentment or delight in his eyes, only an ashen terror known as "ultimate fear."

Inside Wuzhuang Temple.

Zhen Yuanzi's hand trembled, and he nearly threw away his innate Book of Earth.

Ancestor Hong Yun beside him was even more dumbfounded, his mouth hanging open. He did not notice the drool running down from it as he muttered foolishly, "Fake... it's all fake... I must be dreaming..."

Within Fire Cloud Cave.

Human Emperor Xuanyuan abruptly rose to his feet. Unprecedented brilliance burst from his eyes as he stared fixedly at that scene, his breathing becoming rapid.

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

The crack that had just appeared on Fuxi's Eight Trigrams Compass widened with a crack, and the entire compass shattered into powder that filled the sky.

He spat out another mouthful of blood, yet there was a trace of frenzied laughter on his face.

"Beyond the Heavenly Dao! It truly lies beyond the Heavenly Dao! Hahaha, a variable! This is the true great variable!"

Amid the shock of all the Great Powers, whose souls had been overturned and whose understanding of the world had collapsed—

Qin Feng held up the enormous Fan Tian Seal as though he were holding an ordinary toy, a faintly disdainful expression appearing on his face.

He brought it before his eyes and examined it carefully.

The Primordial Divine Mountain, capable of blotting out the heavens, rapidly shrank in his palm until it became a simple, unadorned seal the size of a palm.

Qin Feng pinched the little seal, turning it over in his hand. Then, in the tone of someone evaluating roadside merchandise, he casually said:

"Mm, it was forged from a fragment of Buzhou Mountain. The material is decent enough."

His voice was not loud, but it clearly entered the ears of Guang Chengzi, who had long since become dumbstruck.

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

The material... was decent enough?

This was Buzhou Mountain, formed from Pangu's spine! The number one divine mountain of the prehistoric world!

And he actually said... it was decent enough?

Before he could recover from that assessment, Qin Feng's next words were like an invisible sledgehammer smashing viciously into the crown of his head.

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

Qin Feng curled his lip and shook his head.

"The laws are muddled, its spirituality is impure, and more than eighty or ninety percent of its divine might has been wasted. What a waste of a heavenly gift."

"Such a good material, utterly squandered."

Pfft—!

Guang Chengzi could no longer endure it. He spat out a mouthful of heart's blood.

Those words were more piercing than ten thousand insults!

The forging technique was crude?

The material had been wasted?

This was the masterpiece personally forged by his master, the exalted Primordial Saint, Yuanshi Tianzun!

And Qin Feng actually said a Saint's technique was crude?!

This was no longer merely slapping Guang Chengzi's face. This was pressing Yuanshi Tianzun's face into the ground and rubbing it back and forth!

After saying that, Qin Feng flicked his wrist.

The Fan Tian Seal spun in his palm. Guang Chengzi's lingering Primordial Spirit imprint upon it, as well as the layers of restrictions laid down by Yuanshi Tianzun, were silently and effortlessly erased completely.

As though they were not 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 with apparent satisfaction.

Then he raised his head and looked at Guang Chengzi across from him, whose face was ashen, whose eyes had completely lost their focus, as though even his soul had been pulled away. A warm smile appeared on Qin Feng's face.

"This thing may not have been forged very well, but at least it's hard enough."

"It would make a fine table leg brace, or a good brick for building a house someday."

"Thanks for the gift."