The imprisoning power that held all things still between heaven and earth was still slowly descending.
The demonic tide hung suspended in the void, countless demons frozen in mid-charge. Fragments of ruined walls floated in midair, and even the air currents had ceased to flow.
Only the gazes of the five High Gods remained unaffected by these shackles of stillness, piercing coldly through the black mist to pin Qin He and the Burning Heaven Lord in place.
"Move."
The Burning Heaven Lord uttered the word quietly, then shot forward.
There was no earth-shaking opening flourish to his technique. The robe he wore, long since stripped of its disguise, abruptly burst apart. What surged out from within was not ordinary flame, but a dark red as heavy as molten lava.
The firelight remained contained, spreading not an inch outward, yet it scorched tiny folds into the frozen void around him, bit by bit.
This was his trump card.
It was not an explosive blaze that burned the heavens, but a fire fueled by his own Dao Foundation, gnawing away at the imprisonment the High Gods had imposed upon heaven and earth.
The void beneath Qin He's feet sank slightly. He held nothing back any longer.
The Two-Layer Fire Lotus Tower rose from his dantian, its inner and outer layers of lotus petals revolving in his sea of consciousness.
The blue-green cold flame of the outer layer silently seeped out of his body and spread through the air. Wherever it passed, the invisible restraints that locked all things in place grew brittle like silk soaked in ice water, quietly developing fine cracks.
The blazing fire essence of the inner layer followed close behind, seeping along those cracks and melting away, little by little, the bonds weighing down upon heaven and earth.
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