The Witch Clan Transcends! The Saints Are Shocked: The Primordial Wilderness's Sky Is About to Change!

Hum!

When Zhou Ming's palm pressed against the void, the whole of Pangu Hall trembled gently.

The next instant, in the emptiness before him, hundreds of millions of lights, radiant as a river of stars, surfaced out of thin air.

These lines of light were thick and thin, roots coiling and branches tangling, packed densely together, weaving into a boundless giant net.

These lines were dense beyond count, endless without limit.

This was the web of karma between the Witch Clan and the heaven and earth of the Primordial World.

Every single strand was rooted deep within the depths of each Witch Clan member's True Spirit, while the other end connected to the vast origin of the Primordial World.

They were proof that the Witch Clan had been born here and grown up here, their innate bond with this realm, yet now they had also become the greatest shackles.

On the faces of Dijiang, Houtu, and Zhujiuyin, an unprecedented gravity appeared.

They could clearly sense what terrifying binding power these karmic threads contained.

It was the mark fated from birth when Father God Pangu opened heaven and earth and transformed his body into all things.

"So this is... the Witch Clan's shackle."

Dijiang looked at the scene before him, both magnificent and heavy, and muttered to himself.

Houtu and Zhujiuyin also looked solemn. They could clearly sense what vast and crushing power was contained within this giant net.

Zhou Ming's expression, however, was calm as still water.

Before his breakthrough, looking at this net of karma had been like viewing flowers through fog, hazy and unclear.

But now, beneath his realm as a Hunyuan Grand Unity Golden Immortal, every pattern and every node of this net appeared before his eyes with absolute clarity. There was no longer the slightest secret