The darkness lay thick and deep. Past and future were in chaos, and up, down, left, and right could no longer be distinguished. Meng Qi stood beside the Chaos Green Lotus, like a human form reduced to a single point, as though Daoist Yuan Shi had descended into the world.
As soon as the words left his mouth, he raised his right hand and punched. His fist blended seamlessly with the surrounding chaos; words like slow or fast, strong or weak—concepts born after the fact—could not describe it.
Whether gods or humans, people could only describe things through their own experiences, understanding, and senses, eventually reducing them to words. When it came to realms or things this profoundly mysterious, every description grew pale and meager, unable to capture them accurately.
Faced with this punch, Han Guang's Yama Incarnation instinctively thrust out its palm. Its six fingers embodied different forms of destruction, bringing doomsday and the end of all things.
The power to destroy heaven, earth, and gods surged forward in a rolling tide of the deepest, darkest, most terrifying blackness. Yet the moment it met Meng Qi's right fist, it vanished naturally, without a trace.
Bang!
The punch was unstoppable. The instant it was thrown, it struck Han Guang's Yama's Hand head-on.
Thud, thud, thud! Han Guang's form blurred; his incarnation dissolved as he staggered backward again and again, driven bodily out of the chaos by that punch. What poured from him was not blood, but a steady stream of Demonic Qi.
A single punch had nearly destroyed Han Guang's Yama Incarnation.
Standing beside the Lotus Pond, Han Guang gave a low laugh and pointed a finger. His Yama Incarnation turned into light and flew back to him. Then he turned and left, exclaiming, "Good! What a Limitless Seal! What