If used for too long without stopping, one would inevitably suffer the Great Dao's backlash.
At this moment, the four men's divine senses remained as clear as ever, yet their bodies seemed cast into eternal Mysterious Ice. No matter how they urged their mana or tore at their sinews and bones, there was not the slightest response.
For time had been completely drained away by Su Yang—or rather, personally sealed by him within the invisible.
This entire region was no longer "motionless," but "incapable of motion."
Su Yang's body suddenly skyrocketed until it reached a million miles in size, only then stopping.
With a flash of light in his palm, the Vast Sword transformed into a colossal axe that held up the heavens, its axe blade exhaling the aura of Primordial Chaos.
His gaze lowered slightly toward the four below, a trace of ancient recollection passing through his eyes. His voice was low and slow, yet every word rang like a bell. "When Pangu created the world, I stood at his side and guarded his Dharma. In those days, he imparted to me the 'Four Forms of Heaven Opening.' Later, after comprehending the Primordial Violet Qi for hundreds of thousands of years, I recreated these four forms. Their power today has long surpassed what it was before."
Su Yang's gaze flashed like lightning, piercing Huang Jue and Yin Incarnation. His voice clanged like metal and stone. "To be buried beneath the Four Forms of Heaven Opening is a fortune you could seek for eternity and never find. Take this!"
Before the words fell, a low roar burst from his throat, like an ancient giant beast awakening.
The robes over his upper body suddenly shattered, leaving not a thread behind.
Across his bare body, muscles bulged like overlapping mountain ranges, every