True Ancestor Realm.
The Gray Mist Sea's phantoms of ten thousand ages appeared all at once, layered one upon another, boundless and endless.
They could crush the myriad heavens.
Now, they existed only to suppress the image on the Pale Scroll Painting.
But Painting Venerable raised her brush.
A pair of eyes took shape in an instant.
Those eyes clearly held the calm of one who had seen through ten thousand ages, the freedom of one who stood beyond the mortal world, and the warmth of a spring breeze.
The eyes were painted.
Those eyes seemed to gaze lightly upon the myriad heavens.
In an instant.
Rumble!
Suddenly, an indescribable aura began to flow from the eyes in the portrait.
The heavens ran wild, the ninth firmament collapsed, mountains and rivers shattered, and the mist sea was destroyed.
One terrifying Gray Mist Sea world after another contained the power of ten thousand ages and could crush the myriad heavens.
Yet now, they seemed as delicate, weightless snowflakes swept away by a scalding torrent!
Across ten thousand great worlds, all vanished like smoke, collapsing soundlessly as they plunged into an immense terror, a Great Destruction!
The phantom of the Gray Mist Sea from the Immortal Ancient Era exploded outright!
All causality was thrown into chaos; heaven and earth perished, and the gray mist vanished.
The phantom of the Gray Mist Sea from the Primordial Era was also obliterated. The rainbow light of the Great Dao in that stretch of time fled and was destroyed; the void trembled, and mountains and rivers crumbled.
Every Gray Mist World held the power of billions of years. Even a hegemon couldn't withstand it, yet now they were like wisps of smoke in the heavens, blown away by the wind.
It was over