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"Boy, do you want to know how the kingdom that existed before the Kingdom-Destroying Secret Realm vanished? Do you want to see where that giant hand that erased everything came from?"
"This old man remembers. I remember it all."
Saint Ye's voice grew distant and ethereal, as though he were talking to himself, yet also as though he were deliberately speaking to someone who did not exist.
"Those disciples of South Immortal Island, that kingdom of fortune—I brought them here. I created everything with my own hands, and I took everything away with my own hands."
Lin Heng's pupils contracted sharply. "What did you say?"
Saint Ye offered no further explanation. Instead, he raised the Star-Suppressing Tower high in his hand and pointed it straight at the sky beyond the Black Abyss. "Watch closely now!"
With a thunderous boom.
The Star-Suppressing Tower suddenly erupted with towering radiance. Its nine tiers lit up in sequence, each layer revealing different Great Dao patterns. Those patterns intertwined and entwined, finally converging into a pillar of light that shot into the heavens and pierced the entire Black Abyss.
Between heaven and earth, an incomparably ancient power began to awaken.
Saint Ye raised both hands, his index fingers forming seals. A grayish-white glow lit up in his palms, growing ever brighter and more intense, like the ultimate yang, illuminating the entire battlefield.
"Against the path of time, trace back the river of years."
His voice suddenly rose, as if it had been ground out from the depths of his chest, carrying an eternal, unchanging cadence. "I use this broken body as the lure, my divine soul as the lamp, to illuminate the causes of the past and bring forth the fruits of today."
Rumble, rumble, rumble—the heavens and earth roared.
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