Deep in the South Sea, outside the entrance to Profound Origin Cave Heaven.
The Genesis Qi between heaven and earth raged, twisting space as a massive gate of light slowly took shape, spewing pure energy that made hearts tremble. Yet the atmosphere over this sea region was suffocatingly oppressive.
An indescribably terrifying pressure swept down like the entire sky collapsing, engulfing everything! Its source was the enormous mountain floating in the distance, radiating a chilling white glow—the Sacred Palace's traveling palace!
Wherever the pressure passed, space crumbled inch by inch like fragile glass, revealing pitch-black void beneath. The forces stationed at the edge of the storm all changed expression and hastily retreated.
The Cang Xuan Sect's massive Law Boat, which bore the brunt of it, let out a groan of overload. It shook violently, its defensive barrier flickering uncertainly.
The disciples aboard, including elite purple-belt disciples such as Zhou Tai and Lü Yan, all turned pale. Before such power, comparable to the might of heaven and earth, they felt as insignificant as dust.
Yet several figures at the bow remained remarkably composed.
At their head stood Mo Lin in white robes, his hands clasped behind his back. His sleeves fluttered wildly in the raging currents of energy, yet he stood as steady as a rock. His expression was calm, his eyes as deep as ancient pools, utterly unmoved by the terrifying pressure.
This level of power was strong, but not enough to unsettle someone who had once stood at the peak of the continent.
At his side stood two peerlessly beautiful women of completely different temperaments.
On the left stood a woman in a simple green dress, slim and graceful, with black hair cascading down her back. Her beauty was clear and exquisite, her aura ethereal and detached, like a