Lord Futian, Summoning the Ancient and Shattering Sovereigns with One Palm (A 4,000-Word Chapter)

Above the moon, icy chill permeated every corner. The vast Taiyin Power often formed into icy tornadoes that rampaged across the moon's surface.

The Shadow Body was lying in an icy trench. The Main Body's overwhelmingly powerful punch had gravely wounded him. Fine cracks covered his body, but he wasn't made of flesh and blood, so none spilled from his wounds. Looking closely, one could faintly see countless broken, glimmering threads through the cracks.

"Grrk~~~" The Shadow Body stiffly moved his body. With the slightest motion, he shot into the air and hovered above the trench.

He swept a cold glance around, then slowly raised his hand, extended two fingers together like a sword, and pointed straight upward.

In an instant, a heavenly chasm spanning hundreds of millions of miles split open above the moon. Countless strands of law poured out of it like a colossal waterfall of threads, shrouding the entire moon.

Across the Eternal World, many cultivators with insufficient spiritual senses suddenly realized that the moon had vanished. An inexplicable terror welled up in their hearts.

As the strands of law poured down, they immediately wound around the Shadow Body, forming a sphere of threads as large as a star.

Inside the sphere, countless hair-thin strands of law continuously burrowed into the Shadow Body, glimmering with soft golden light as they repaired his shattered body.

After about a dozen breaths, the sphere of threads disappeared, revealing the Shadow Body. The cracks covering him had all vanished.

"Pop!"

The space above the moon rippled like a lake struck by a pebble. The Main Body stepped out of it, his expressionless gaze fixed on the Shadow Body.

At the same time, a black-and-white dragon coiled around the Main Body. Its scales were sharply defined, its fangs and claws bared, its