Primordial Demon Realm

Hiss!

When all the saints across the Primordial Wilderness who were watching the battle at Tanggu Valley saw Qin Mu's casual finger, saw that gray divine radiance capable of destroying everything melt away soundlessly just like that—

The entire Primordial Wilderness fell into an eerie dead silence.

Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

Ji Fa and the Nine-Tailed Fox stared blankly at the scene in the water mirror, every trace of color drained from their faces.

"What was that?" The Nine-Tailed Fox's voice was dry, trembling in a way she herself had not noticed. "That was the Primordial Heavenly Demon's Dao of Termination! How could it... how could a single finger just..."

She could not even find a fitting word to describe it.

Ji Fa's Adam's apple bobbed, but he could not utter a single word.

He understood the terror of that finger better than the Nine-Tailed Fox did.

That was not a clash of laws, nor was it a crushing disparity of power.

It was erasure from a higher dimension!

It was like a painter dissatisfied with a stroke on his canvas, casually wiping it away.

Qin Mu was that painter.

And the Dao of Termination that the Primordial Heavenly Demon had been so proud of did not even count as a stroke upon the paper. At most, it was a speck of ink splashed onto it.

Western Teachings, Mount Sumeru.

Saint Zhunti stood with his mouth open, frozen in the posture of someone about to cry out, yet unable to make the slightest sound. It was as if he had been struck by a immobilization spell.

The eternally sorrowful face of Saint Jieyin had now twisted beyond recognition.

His lips trembled as he muttered, "Heavenly Dao Realm... So this is the true Heavenly Dao Realm..."

Before this, they had thought