His eyelids slowly lifted. His gaze, calm as an ancient well, swept over everyone's faces as he said, "This great calamity of heaven and earth is more perilous than any since Primordial Chaos first opened. You must all be cautious upon cautious—do not let yourselves end up with both body and soul annihilated."
Though everyone had long known this tribulation was no small matter, they still harbored a measure of confusion.
Bai Xuan raised his hands and grasped his palms together, bowing in salute as he asked, "May I ask Teacher to enlighten us—how should we conduct ourselves?"
Su Yang's expression remained calm as he spoke only four words: "Defend the Primordial World."
Almost at that very moment, similar instructions quietly descended throughout the various places of the Primordial World.
Boom!
A colossal tremor, far beyond the power of brush and ink to depict, swept across the six directions and shook the Eight Extremes.
Then, four vast rivers abruptly tore through the canopy of heaven. As if the Milky Way had been hung upside down, they carried the Momentum of Ten Thousand Jun as they plunged straight toward the lower realm.
In an instant, a giant hand that blotted out the sky rose from the lower realm, its might like Pangu's backbone that had once held up the heavens.
The hand was so immense that it nearly enclosed the entire firmament within its palm.
Its five fingers suddenly clenched, fiercely pouncing upon the four surging rivers.
It was bound by no laws, followed no sequence of time, was hindered by no void, stalled by no matter, nor did it evade any formless thought or shapeless consciousness.
"Hmph. Behold this ancestor's sword formation!"
A cold voice abruptly rang out from the void. Four killing swords tore through the air, their piercing