Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Hall.
Inside the quiet chamber where Zhou Ming was in seclusion, the vast, boundless Sky-Opening Dao Rhythm was like a tangible tide, filling every inch of space.
The three Pangu Sky-Opening Marks suspended at the center intertwined and shone upon one another, and the profound aura they gave off made the laws throughout the great hall resonate along with them.
Dijiang, Houtu, and Zhujiuyin were immersed in that supreme Dao Rhythm.
Their Primordial Spirits had never been so clear, and their understanding of the Great Dao was soaring at an inconceivable speed.
Yet at a certain moment, a terrifying might far surpassing anything before, even carrying a trace of oppressive force, erupted from Zhou Ming without the slightest warning.
That might was utterly tyrannical, as if it contained the supreme power to split heaven and earth apart, and in an instant it forcibly startled Dijiang, Houtu, and Zhujiuyin awake from their deep comprehension.
The three of them opened their eyes almost at the same time and looked toward Zhou Ming in unison, their faces filled with shock.
They instinctively looked in the direction where Zhou Ming was.
They saw the space around Zhou Ming constantly collapsing, then re-forming in an instant.
This cycle of birth and destruction was pushed to the extreme, as if in a single breath it had undergone hundreds of millions of reincarnations.
"This aura..."
"This might..."
A deep shock appeared on Dijiang's bold and unconstrained face. He could feel his own Dao of Space.
Before this might, he actually had the faint illusion that it was being completely suppressed.
Violent ripples also rose on Zhujiuyin's face, which had been as still as an ancient well. He said in a deep voice.
"Elder Brother's aura is undergoing a qualitative change! He... is about to