All the God Kings present remained immersed in shock even after witnessing the Ancestor God transform into mountains and rivers. They still had not recovered, finding it difficult to believe that everything before their eyes was real.
Whether it was the terrifying power of Yi Yun's sword strike or the astonishing sight of the souls of countless worlds being summoned, it was easy to become lost in the spectacle, unable to tear oneself away.
What felt even more like a dream was that the invincible Ancestor God had actually been killed by Yi Yun just like that.
His dignity and terrifying might had loomed over the heads of all the God Kings, pressing down on them until they could barely breathe.
No one had dared resist him. The Ancestor God had simply been too powerful—so powerful that it inspired despair.
Yet this mighty Ancestor God had been slain by Yi Yun. There was no doubt that Yi Yun's strength had reached a realm completely beyond their understanding.
"True... True Man Yi..."
After a long silence, Great Emperor Gan Jun was the first to speak. His voice trembled slightly, both from excitement and from his profound reverence for Yi Yun's power.
He did not even know what to call Yi Yun anymore. Even the respectful title "Young Master" seemed too casual and discourteous. The Yi Yun of today stood on an entirely different level from them.
Yet Yi Yun did not answer. Nor did he look at the mountains and rivers formed from the Ancestor God's body. Instead, he slowly raised his head and gazed at the sky. That was the direction in which Yi Yun had cleaved with his sword...
The world had split open along the mark left by that sword strike. Through the fractured void, faint stars could