First Clash [4]

For the first time, the Holy Emperor discovered that things had truly gone beyond his expectations.

In his understanding, this battle that had arisen along causality and followed the heart should have centered on a clash of minds. In a contest of wills, he should have been able to easily seize his opponent through their causal connection, even penetrate their will and read what lay in the enemy's heart.

But now... but now...

"There's no will at all?" The Holy Emperor stared at that divine kingdom shifting through yin and yang, his expression exceedingly grim.

He could not sense any will, any mind at all. Whatever he wanted to strike, he could not find a target!

That feeling of having strength with nowhere to use it was truly a little terrifying.

Yet the Holy Emperor could clearly sense that within his divine kingdom, amid those shifting yin and yang forces, a monster was crouching there. That monster was constantly gnawing away at the divine kingdom he had painstakingly built over a thousand years, and constantly growing stronger!

Damn it!

The Holy Emperor rose to his feet. He had clearly done nothing, yet the walls of Jinshen Hall abruptly collapsed, shattering into countless brick-like chunks of rules, as though even those walls feared the Holy Emperor's imposing aura. Those chunks floated in midair without falling, automatically parting to form a path. The Holy Emperor leaped, his figure flashing as he appeared in the area where the divine kingdom had been eroded.

Then, brilliance flashed in his eyes. The moment the banished immortal's thought arose, boundless majesty was born. His hands overlapped, and divine radiance like seven-colored glass surged from every acupoint across his body, crashing down upon that mutated region.

Before Wang Qi, countless computational symbols arranged and combined. His