Come, Paint Me

"This!?"

The first batch of Progenitor Gods born at the World Creation of the entire Destiny World watched this scene, their hearts unable to calm for a long time.

Emperor Fuxian, Ye Tian'ai, and Night God Banquet—the core forces of the Destiny World, along with Emperor Rong, Dao Jiujiu, and the others who had never shown themselves in public—watched that wild, domineering strike, their blood surging beyond control.

It was both despairing and exhilarating.

A mortal body could actually become this powerful.

The Manor Lord had controlled a Transforming Self Realm stitched-together monster that they had once painstakingly created, and it had actually unleashed an attack of this level!

"It can be done like this?"

"How can it still be done like this?"

Oumi Jiang and the others muttered, as if they had glimpsed a new path. In an instant, inspiration collided in their minds, giving rise to all kinds of fresh experimental ideas.

Another day! Another day, we'll contact that Yin-Yang Creation Furnace again and create a new life form.

They were at the very height of their inspiration.

Meanwhile, on the nursery outside—

This made the powerhouses who pursued strength tremble with feverish excitement, as if they had seen a broad, sunlit road stretching into the future.

To unleash such a strike with a mortal body.

Even an immortal would likely be wounded after taking it head-on.

This was truly the power to defeat an immortal while still in the mortal realm. Even Emperor Zangwu, who had bitterly cultivated for five thousand years without leaving seclusion, would probably be gravely wounded after breaking through to immortality and taking this blow, right?

Ning Zheng's strike had not only changed the atmosphere of the entire world and part of the West Sea's environment; it had also opened a new gate