Bzzzzzt!!!
Boundless radiance poured down, as if brilliant clouds of rosy light were rising. Although the Heavenly Dao of the Tianwu Realm had not acted, it had gathered the entire realm's fortune onto its powerful cultivators in the unseen.
Whoosh!!!
Just as the radiance was about to descend, a great hand seemed to reach across Chaos and the eternal expanse of Space-Time. Space tore apart, a vortex twisted, and immeasurable fortune poured forth in an endless torrent. The faint phantom of a lofty, indestructible Nine Heavens appeared behind it, and the hand intercepted and erased all of the Heavenly Dao's blessings.
Boom!!!
The void trembled. A projection of the Heavenly Emperor Palace appeared above the boundless cosmos, seemingly on the same level as the Eye of Heavenly Dao, shining at the same height. It was as if a Mythological Realm had taken shape and collided with the Tianwu Realm, causing a vast number of Dao laws to erupt in an instant.
Di Jun sat upon the supreme imperial throne. Worlds came into being whenever his eyes opened and closed; stars shone whenever his body stirred. He was dazzling, radiant, and boundless, with countless realms converging behind him, as if billions upon billions of living beings were praying and singing his praises.
Where he stood was the absolute center, like a monarch of the heavens and ruler of all realms. Though his aura was deep and inscrutable, his appearance—even as a mere projection—still left the Tianwu Realm's powerful cultivators struggling to breathe, as if an invisible pressure had settled over them.
"Nuwa, Taiyi, Kunpeng, Randeng, Fuxi. Go play with them."
Di Jun lounged lazily against the imperial throne, his left hand resting on it. His voice was calm, yet seemed to contain the truths of the Great Dao. Even the space