Ying and the Great Powers

The huge hole in the sky, like a "great skylight," slowly recovered. The surrounding shattered space rapidly restored itself as well, but Zhong Shan and the others' hearts could not recover no matter what. They were both Heavenly Dynasty Sages—how could the difference between them be so great?

A Great Power from the Great Chiliocosm World had struck with one palm, yet Ying had actually broken his bones with a single blow?

Watching this scene, a trace of cold sweat appeared on Zhong Shan's forehead. In the distance, Kong Lietian's forehead was likewise beaded with cold sweat.

This Ying wasn't human!

If anyone told me again that Great Qin was merely a Heavenly Dynasty, I'd fight him over it! Could a Heavenly Dynasty's Sage shatter a Great Power's bones with one palm without relying on destiny's luck?

Ying withdrew his palm and glanced toward the place where the "great skylight" had been. His eyes were utterly calm.

Just then, Xianyang Saintly Capital slowly rose from beneath their feet and gradually separated from the ground. Amid a thunderous crash like an earthquake, its enormous city slowly moved toward the black passage to the north and entered it.

Ying no longer needed to worry about this. Ghost Valley Zi could handle everything.

Ying turned his head and looked toward Zhong Shan.

"Zhong Shan, I'll give you one more piece of advice!" Ying said with a faint smile.

Ying's voice was not loud, yet it strangely reached Zhong Shan's ears.

"Please enlighten me!" Zhong Shan gave Ying a slight bow.

"The Small Chiliocosm World is like a dream, an illusion, a bubble, a shadow; like dew, and like lightning. Only the Great Chiliocosm World is the true land. Ascension merely breaks through the illusion. Only opening the heavens can turn the dreamscape into