At a glance, the entire Chaos World had completely frozen. Its energy had stopped, its laws had fallen dormant, and even the streams of chaotic energy had congealed into chunks of gray-white amber, hanging motionless in the air.
Su Yang had not escaped either. He still gripped the Vast Sword, standing alone in the Deep Chaos, but his body had long since stiffened like a stone carving. His brows and eyes had not moved in the slightest. Only a layer of dark ripples drifted across his skin, like water yet not water, like mist yet not mist, silently winding around him and pinning him in a moment of eternal stillness.
It was not just him. The entire vast Chaos, from the Eastern Rift Abyss to the Western Wasteland Void Sea, from the Turbid Haze of the High Vault to the Nether Vortex of the Lower Abyss, had been throttled by that force, unable to draw in even the slightest breath of vitality.
Countless profound and unfathomable Great Dao Runes slowly revolved through the void, flickering endlessly like a Star Trail. An indescribable force of imprisonment moved like a living creature, roaming, coiling, and seeping through the Chaos World, tightening it layer by layer and squeezing it into dead silence.
"Shichen! Shichen, although you command the Great Dao of Time, what you face now is my Natal Sealing Art, activated with my late-Heavenly Dao cultivation! Even if your realm reaches the heavens, you can forget about moving so much as a finger right now!" Seal Heaven's lips curled slightly, his smile filled with seasoned confidence. In his prime, he had only been at the Supreme Realm, still far from crossing the threshold of the Chaos Stage.
Yet with that level of cultivation, he had forcibly torn open a path to survival