The instant azure divine light bloomed, the entire sky seemed to tremble.
The radiance was neither blinding nor violent, yet it poured across the ground like spilled mercury and hung upside down like the Milky Way, crashing into the deepest reaches of the void ahead with an almost elegant poise. In its wake, fine cracks faintly remained in space itself, like the marks of some law of heaven and earth being forcibly torn apart.
This was a force that surpassed anything Lin Fan could comprehend at his current realm.
Even a stray wisp of the immense fluctuations of spatial laws was enough to send a slight chill down his back. He was no longer the weak cultivator who had just set out into the world, yet at this moment, he distinctly felt his own insignificance—as though an ant were gazing up at a collapsing sky.
"What powerful spatial law energy." The Primordial Ancient Dragon narrowed his draconic eyes, his voice carrying rare solemnity.
"Even if I were restored to my peak strength in the ancient era, I fear I would struggle to control such power."
He turned his head slightly, and his gaze upon Lin Fan gained a measure of scrutiny and astonishment.
As one of the supreme experts born of the ancient dragon race, he knew all too well what spatial laws represented. They were among the deepest laws between heaven and earth—difficult to grasp, difficult to cultivate, difficult to control. Anyone able to touch even the outermost layer was already a peerless genius, much less unleash a strike so heaven-shaking and earth-shattering.
According to ancient legends, there had only been a handful of figures capable of truly wielding spatial laws to such an extent.
Yet now, the Primal Divine Statue within Lin Fan had casually condensed such vast