As his voice fell, Lu Yang ascended into the heavens.
Below him, millions upon millions of deities—the sparks of fire—held him aloft, sending his aura climbing ever higher in the process.
"Rumble!"
In an instant, heaven and earth turned white.
The sight of the inverted vault of heaven and the sea of lightning pouring down vanished. Other than Great True Lords of the Heaven-Treading Realm, every cultivator severed their intent to peer into it.
For an overwhelming sense of danger told them that if they insisted on watching, that terrifying lightning would strike straight along the connection of their Divine Thoughts.
"This cannot be blocked by human power."
"Heavenly Duke... truly terrifying."
"That man is dead for sure!"
Only after the blazing whiteness faded from heaven and earth, like the ebb and flow of the tide, revealing the horizon, mountains, rivers, and land once more, did everyone dare cast their gazes over again.
Then they saw a shocking sight.
As far as the eye could see lay scorched earth and barren whiteness. All things were dim, save for a single vivid splash of color standing unyielding amid the charred wasteland.
Around that color, all manner of natural disasters emerged in succession—floods, earthquakes, volcanoes, hurricanes, cold waves—appearing one after another without end. Like the five fingers of a hand, they clenched tightly around that color, determined to crush it into drifting ash.
Yet the next moment—
"Is that all? Not enough!"
A heavy voice rang out from within the disasters. Its mysterious resonance shook the world, grander even than thunder, and then a towering figure climbed into the heavens, rising higher than the sky itself!
The next instant, Lu Yang struck out with his palm.
Where his palm fell, the sea of lightning split open the heavens and wind and clouds