Heavenly Dao Merit poured down like a torrential rain, furiously blasting toward Su Yang's face. In the eyes of the Heavenly Dao, this was a devastating crushing attack. It intended to use endless merit to force Su Yang's primordial spirit to burst apart.
Though merit was a supreme treasure, if too much was poured in too quickly, the primordial spirit would have no time to refine it and would instead burst like a balloon. This was a backlash at the level of laws—even a Saint could not withstand it.
Unfortunately, today it had kicked the hardest iron plate of all.
Who was Su Yang? He was the master of time who had roamed Deep Chaos for countless eons, an existence who controlled the Time Laws. A mere bombardment of merit that looked like certain doom to others had become a freely gifted opportunity in his hands.
What had the Eye of Heavenly Punishment spewed out? Was it really a calamity? Clearly, it was streams of merit so solid they were nearly tangible, blazing with golden light and containing the rhythms of the Great Dao. With a gift of this level, forget mortals—even a minor cultivator who had just entered the Saint Realm would comprehend the Dao on the spot and become a Saint right there!
In just a few breaths, the merit that descended was enough to create several new Saints in batches.
Even more terrifyingly, the dark-yellow radiance not only failed to weaken, but burned brighter and brighter, as though the entire Heavenly Dao were pouring out everything it had.
Su Yang stood where he was, the grin at the corners of his mouth almost impossible to hide.
"Excellent," he chuckled inwardly. "I don't need it myself, but my disciples and descendants are just short of this."
Imagine it: