Gray-white light gathered in the sky and formed a massive eye.
The eye had no pupil, no whites—only an expanse of emotionless gray-white. Within its glow, countless tiny Law Runes flickered like stars, each one bearing the supreme majesty of the World Will.
It hung in the shattered sky, looking coldly down at the withered figure below.
The Nether Prison Immortal King raised his head and met the gray-white eye's gaze.
There was no fear in his eyes. Only calm.
He was no longer a Six-Turn Immortal King.
He was an Immortal Emperor.
A being who had broken the Heaven and Earth Shackles.
A life-form standing on a higher plane.
"Come!"
His voice was soft, almost as though he were talking to himself.
The gray-white eye in the sky flickered faintly, as if his attitude had enraged it.
Boom!
A vast gray-white hand reached out from the shattered sky. It blotted out the heavens and the sun, each finger a colossal pillar holding up the sky. Countless tiny golden Runes swirled around its fingertips, each radiating a supreme pressure that made souls tremble.
The instant the hand emerged, the Chaos Mist across the entire Chaos Star Sea froze. The void stopped twisting, time ceased its turmoil, and laws no longer crumbled. Everything was forcibly suppressed by the pressure of order emanating from that hand.
The Hand of Order—the World Will's ultimate punishment for those who defied the heavens.
Since the Second Heaven-Extermination War, Heavenly Punishment of this magnitude had never appeared again. No cultivator in the Outer Heavens had ever witnessed it.
For since that war, no one in this realm had broken through to the Immortal Emperor Realm. No one had touched that forbidden domain.
But now, the Nether Prison Immortal King had.
And so the Hand of Order