Qin He had barely plunged into the black mist of Blackwind Abyss when a soft sound came from above the nine heavens.
It was not a heaven-shaking roar like that of the High God's avatar, nor was there any eruption of world-destroying aura. It was merely a faint sound, like fingertips brushing over glazed glass, yet it plunged the entire Blackwind Abyss—and the lands for tens of thousands of miles around it—into instant dead silence.
The Chaos Torrent that had raged within Blackwind Abyss for a thousand years abruptly froze.
Those disordered Dao Principles and violent spiritual energy seemed to be pressed down by an invisible hand, instantly becoming docile. Even their flow slowed.
The roiling black mist, like a frozen tide, slowly settled, revealing the transparent void at the bottom of the abyss.
The High God's true body had descended.
There was no resplendent Divine Light, no immense body. High in the sky, there was only a cluster of warm golden radiance. It appeared gentle, yet it emitted a pressure that stood above all things.
This pressure was not directed at anything in particular, yet every law within Blackwind Abyss bowed beneath it.
Qin He hid in the shadow of a rock at the bottom of the abyss, every muscle in his body taut, not even daring to breathe too heavily. He could clearly feel the Gold-Black Law within him becoming exceedingly sluggish, as though it had encountered its natural nemesis.
This was the suppression of Dao Principles.
Then, from within that warm golden light, the High God's gaze passed through layer upon layer of void, pierced the settling black mist, and landed precisely upon Qin He.
That gaze was faint. It held not the slightest killing intent, nor any trace of anger. It was like an ordinary person