That enormous hand blotted out the sky and sun as it came crashing down.
Within the range covered by its palm, terrifying beams of light locked onto everything.
Even Su Hao's body froze in an instant.
The altar shattered, while the divine script crystal flew backward toward the giant hand.
"Giant Spirit Heaven-Suppressing Hand!"
Luo Yujie cried out in alarm, recognizing at a glance the sky-covering giant palm covered in Dao patterns, as though cast from yellow stone. "It's the Giant Spirit God!"
Subconsciously, she thought Su Hao was doomed.
A metallic ring tore through the silence. Dark sword light wheeled through the air, splitting apart the beams and cutting deeply into the palm.
In an instant, that ink-black streak of sword light burrowed deeper along the palm.
Before long, blackness spread across the giant hand like a spiderweb. In the end, the hand collapsed like Mount Tai, turning into countless chunks of flesh that resembled stones as they fell.
An enraged roar came from the resplendent ring in the sky that connected two worlds. Yet the ring rapidly closed, and the roar cut off abruptly.
Su Hao stood at the edge of the ring-shaped passage. He had already touched the divine script and absorbed it.
It had nearly gone to another world.
"The other side of the passage is the Immortal Realm?"
Su Hao looked toward the halo that had already vanished.
He had caught sight of the scenery on the other end: towering palaces and pavilions, radiant splendor stretching for miles—far beyond any structure in the Chiqing Realm.
Even the Taihao Sacred Dynasty, which was now changing with each passing day, could not compare to even one ten-thousandth of that place.
"Yes. That side belongs to the Immortal Realm. It is the Dharma Descent Platform of the Heavenly