Suddenly, an earth-shaking aura swept across the entire world in an instant. Every cultivator and living being beneath the heavens—whether a quasi-sage who had severed one corpse or one who had severed two—was instantly pressed to the ground by this aura. A familiar feeling rose from the depths of their souls, along with overwhelming fear: a fear that came from the soul itself.
The Myriad Stars Great Formation, which had been operating, abruptly stalled. It had only just been activated and could not yet fully withstand the sudden influx of this aura, causing the Demon Race cultivators sustaining it to falter in spirit. If the Myriad Stars Great Formation had not been able to operate on its own and continually draw spiritual power from the Demon Race cultivators forming it, the formation they had struggled so hard to activate might have been destroyed on the spot.
The moment Pangu's colossal form appeared, it stunned every cultivator present. As his enormous eyes slowly opened and closed, even the Great Luo Immortal Realm changed: when he opened his eyes, it became day; when he closed them, night. His breath brought wind and rain, and his voice brought thunder and lightning. He let out a roar, raised his massive arm, and swung it fiercely through the void. The light of the sun, moon, and stars converged from across the sky, while chaotic energy from beyond the realm pierced the barrier and surged toward the Primordial World.
Di Jun was shocked. There was no way to withstand this. He hurriedly dragged the true sun star in the sky into the Myriad Stars Great Formation. The formation began to spin rapidly, and an illusory Myriad Stars Grinding Mill started to take shape, generating boundless Destructive Power.
"Roar..."
Pangu swung his hand in a sudden strike.