"Hmph!" Chen Tong glanced indifferently at the sky and hurtled downward with the two of them. Behind him, the giant purple hand pursued relentlessly.
Chen Tong plunged into the river, and his aura immediately underwent a world-shaking transformation. He slowly lowered his hands, letting Bing Lin and Sun Wukong fall into the water. Then he slowly reached out with his left hand to meet the giant purple hand crashing down at him.
Boom!! A muffled impact rang out. The giant purple hand, which had been poised to wreak havoc in every direction, had all its shockwaves neutralized by a wave of blue energy. Cracks then slowly appeared across it, spreading wider and wider until it shattered and vanished into nothingness.
A streak of purple light took shape in the sky. Nine golden dragons soared around him, radiating an immense draconic might. He wore a golden imperial crown and a purple-gold robe. His eyes shone, his whole being dazzling as he looked down on the might of heaven in every direction.
"Jade Emperor, you've finally shown yourself." Chen Tong stood with his hands behind his back, his aura calm and composed as he faced the Jade Emperor proudly. His bearing was in no way inferior to the Jade Emperor's heavenly majesty, as if he were a being who had transcended the Heavenly Dao.
"Little friend, you're becoming harder and harder for me to fathom," the Jade Emperor said calmly. "First, that strange cultivation of yours, then an Innate Supreme Treasure that disappeared long ago. Tsk, tsk. Fuxi's Innate Diagram, the Heavenly Dao's Origin Hall—I wonder how many more secrets you're hiding."
"So what? You don't like it?" Chen Tong's words carried such shocking authority that even Bing Lin behind him couldn't help wondering whether this was really Chen Tong. His bearing,