"What's going on?"
"What happened? Is that the Chaos City Lord?"
"Why does that giant stone stele look like a Chaos Stele, only without any cultivation diagrams carved on it?"
"Could it be..."
The elite human cultivators discussed among themselves, while quite a few ancient beings began to form their own guesses.
Suddenly—
Shi Yongheng, dressed in white robes, slowly walked out of the City Lord Mansion.
It was as if invisible steps hung in the void, allowing him to ascend into the sky one step at a time.
As Shi Yongheng climbed higher, his body grew larger and larger.
Hazy chaotic currents swirled around Shi Yongheng. Though he released no pressure whatsoever, everyone who saw him felt as though he were the only god between heaven and earth.
Silence.
Throughout Chaos City, every living being was awed by the natural nobility radiating from Xia Zhi.
On the rooftops of countless cultivation residences, Universe powerhouses of the Human Race stopped cultivating, opened their eyes, and gazed toward the distant sky.
Before the blank stone stele.
Shi Yongheng, now ten thousand meters tall, raised his hand and drew through the air.
"Whoosh, whoosh—"
"Whoosh, whoosh—"
Brilliant golden threads followed the motion of his hand, outlining line after line of patterns upon the blank stone stele.
As he continued drawing upon the stele, complex secret patterns began to appear in midair as well.
At first, they resembled countless raindrops. Then they grew increasingly grand, gradually transforming into a vast galaxy.
"Buzz..."
The fundamental laws of the universe descended, filling those endless galactic secret patterns with unfathomable power of law.
No matter their level, every powerhouse watching this scene felt as though they had seen the realm they had yearned for in their dreams upon seeing that river of stars manifested in the