Across the barren plain, violent winds howled, whipping up sand and dust that filled the sky along with the pungent stench of blood.
This land, once utterly lifeless, was now riddled with scars.
The void was like a shattered mirror, covered in densely packed black cracks. Chaos Qi leaked from those fissures, releasing a teeth-grating sound of tearing.
The old Immortal Hall Supreme's body crashed heavily into a broken mountain ridge, smashing the once-lofty peak directly to pieces.
He coughed up blood in great mouthfuls, crimson staining his ancient Dao robe.
The Human Immortal manifestation that had once allowed him to roam the Three Thousand Provinces unchallenged, earning him a reputation of invincibility, had been utterly shattered by Willow Deity's seemingly casual slap, dissolving into a rain of light that scattered on the wind.
The old supreme struggled to rise, but the vast magical power that had once surged through his body like rivers and seas was now like a dried-up well.
Every inch of his bones had shattered, and his meridians were utterly destroyed.
That tyrannical, supreme power belonging to Willow Deity had crushed all his defensive laws as easily as rotten wood, and was still ceaselessly eroding the source of his life.
He raised his head toward the void.
There stood a figure in robes white as snow, peerless in grace, quietly suspended in the air.
Around Willow Deity, orbs of light formed from three thousand worlds rose and fell, while the sounds of gods and demons throughout the heavens kneeling in worship echoed between heaven and earth.
No joy, anger, sorrow, or delight could be seen upon her indistinct yet transcendent face. There was only the aloof indifference of one looking down upon all living beings.
At last, the old Immortal Hall Supreme felt fear.
He had