The moment the stele shattered, the spatial turbulence throughout the area grew even more violent.
With a deafening crash, as though heaven had collapsed and the earth had split apart, the entire region cracked open piece by piece, and sunlight instantly streamed in.
"Hmph."
"Damol Mountain God, the Ancient Witch defenses have fallen. Surrender now!"
The powerful voice resounded through the void.
Chen Lin looked up.
He saw a young man with sword-like brows floating in midair, dressed in a white robe with gold patterns. A silvery-white flying sword circled his body, making him look like an exiled immortal descending from the highest heavens.
His gaze swept indifferently over the ground below.
An emaciated old man stood on the mountain peak there, his hair entirely white and a wooden stick propping him up. He looked like an elderly farmer.
In the surrounding sky,
over a hundred celestial gods floated in densely packed ranks.
There were red-striped and black-striped ones, as well as two gold-striped figures. All of them stared at the old man, brimming with murderous intent.
Chen Lin narrowed his eyes.
Judging by this formation, the Celestial God Palace had likely mobilized its entire force, intending to wipe out the Old Mountain God in one stroke and gain absolute control of this world.
Furthermore,
they were probably certain the Primordial Stele was here. Otherwise, they would not have assembled such a force.
Glancing toward where Hu Sanniang and the others had gone, Chen Lin brushed his Storage Ring, and the Mystic Gold Spear appeared in his hand.
The armor enhanced his bloodline power, primarily his strength, so this weapon would let him unleash greater might. Powerful as the Ghost King Saber was, it required divinity to activate. The divine power borrowed from the flower mark would only support a