The sky was a gloomy, boundless expanse that shrouded the entire multiverse.
Then, in the supreme celestial realm, matter suddenly condensed. Gradually, a magnificent, colossal god emerged, shrouded in clouds and mist. His entire body carried the Three Thousand Great Daos, majestic and ancient, with long hair draped over his shoulders.
"Wind of Matter."
As the second voice fell,
all the matter in the universe began to boil. Every substance and every molecular gap boiled and churned like water in a pot, the medium spreading wildly, as if the entire universe were a fish tank and a giant were stirring it with a stick.
With a thunderous boom, the rigid ground became like a muddy swamp, while the chaotic atmosphere overhead seemed to ignite.
All the matter in the universe changed, twisting in the field of vision into an abstract oil painting of noodles.
"That is..."
"The greatest Heavenly Emperor of the Old Days Era."
All the Ancient Gods and deities throughout the universe raised their heads, their faces filled with disbelief.
All the Outer Domain Heavenly Demons from the various factions who cultivated the Three Thousand Great Daos felt the power they had cultivated throughout their lives fading away.
The Three Thousand Great Daos throughout the universe had their proportions and parameter codes adjusted, leaving them unable to find the corresponding interface. They could no longer sense the Great Daos, and their authorities were withering.
"Just by descending, with a single divine ability, he sealed most of the transporting power of the Ancient Gods and locked matter within the entire universe."
"This is troublesome."
Volga's gaze darkened.
This new Saint was still manageable. Space emphasized skill and exquisite techniques, and Herodotus before him truly could not do anything to him.
But the one before him was the oldest Saint