The Last!

"Cosmic Heavenly Dao?!"

The cry of alarm rang out, but it did not come from Yu Ling.

The two eyeballs broke free from Li Qingshan's hand and stared fixedly at the rapidly expanding vortex.

No, it could no longer be called a vortex.

An ancient aura flowed forth as a vast millstone slowly turned, grinding everything to dust.

"No, no, this is far from its full form. It is merely an insignificant trace of aura from the ancient starry sky."

Old Taoist Tianji muttered to himself, his two eyeballs filled with shock.

The manifestation of a mere wisp of aura had already surpassed everything he had once understood about the words "Heavenly Dao"!

At this moment, Yu Ling could no longer speak.

His previously towering Primordial Spirit had completely merged into the Grinning Mask, opening a colossal maw that could swallow the heavens...

No, before the Heavenly Dao millstone infused with a wisp of cosmic aura, speaking of "swallowing the heavens" was truly laughable.

The corners of the mask's mouth kept stretching and widening, yet they were far too slow to keep up with the millstone's expansion.

Instead, it looked like a giant python caught on its prey, struggling desperately to break free.

Of course, "giant python" and "prey" were merely metaphors.

The disparity between the mask and the millstone before them...

Even an ant trying to shake a tree was not enough to describe it!

"Clearly, twelve hundred thousand years ago, Xiang Hao was still unable to interfere with the rules of the star realm..."

The two eyeballs shifted their gaze toward the tear in the void, toward the flickering starlight beyond it.

"How did he lay down such a terrifying contingency?"

Li Qingshan slowly shook his head and said,

"Daoist, being unable to interfere with the rules of