Within the ancient Ji Family estate, several of the greatest prodigies of the age stood in confrontation.
Ye Fan's right hand resembled a stone stele, covered in golden runes. This was his Dao, ancient and profound, its eternal, unchanging laws rumbling aloud.
Mountains crumbled, the earth split, seas dried, and stone decayed. Beneath his palm and fingers, which resembled a golden celestial stele, everything would be destroyed and cease to exist. Space collapsed into a black hole, and chaotic light erupted as though heaven and earth were being created.
Hazy mist spread as Ye Fan's golden palm and fingers transformed into an ancient stele tens of thousands of feet tall. Dense patterns covered it as it suppressed the sun, moon, rivers, and mountains of this realm.
Shen Ming's expression grew grave. He had already acted at the first instant. His Divine Garment was crystalline and translucent, radiating a halo that made him look like an ancient deity emerging from primordial ages, exuding overwhelming pressure.
Vermilion birds danced around him, true dragons stretched across the sky, and white tigers tore through the heavens... All manner of immortal spirits appeared, terrifying beyond compare, as though an unrivaled supreme had flown into a rage or a Celestial Emperor had struck.
The Holy Prince had been preparing to fight in Ye Fan's place, while An Pusa had not intended to deliberately provoke trouble at this moment. Both showed greater restraint and revealed no such divine manifestations, but their presence was no less imposing.
Everyone nearby watched nervously. The Ji Family's ancient Emperor Formation had already awakened, suppressing space and all things within it. These emperor's sons at the Great Sage level were clashing; their slightest movements could destroy heaven and earth. Shattering an Ancient Life Star would be nothing to them.
But the Northern