The enormous wheel crashed out from the rift, causing even the stable spatial crack to tremble violently as countless fractures spread around it.
Jiang Dali felt his entire body tighten. The boiling energy within him, even his fate and the fortune in his occipital acupoint, were all suppressed.
A vast and majestic force surged forth like the rolling Yangtze, like a raging river, descending upon him. It gave him the same sensation of being unable to move when he had previously been locked onto by the "earth intent," only even stronger. The skin and flesh across his body tightened.
"What... kind of power is this?!"
He gritted his teeth and laboriously raised his head. An image rapidly expanded in his pupils: a gigantic wheel wrapped in majestic dragon aura, slowly rotating as it crushed downward.
Upon the wheel were the Great Wall, countless grand buildings, the common people, the flames of war of Qin, twelve golden men, and a million mighty troops. It was like a magnificent record of a flourishing imperial dynasty. In the perception of auras, it seemed to gather into a gigantic mountain formed from countless intertwined auras.
If his personal aura was merely a small hill, then the aura condensed by this wheel was a mountain soaring ten thousand fathoms high.
"Qi, fate, fortune—the Imperial Heaven Grand Wheel! This is the power of an entire nation that Qin Shi Huang used to sweep through the six kingdoms! This boy actually forced Qin Shi Huang to use the Imperial Heaven Grand Wheel!"
Moro's expression was shocked. Sealed memories seemed to awaken as he recalled that war-torn era, when Qin Shi Huang reigned supreme and used the Imperial Heaven Grand Wheel to crush the greatest experts of numerous nations. Wherever the Great Wall reached, nothing could stand against