The moment the Flesh Altar took shape in midair, the three ten-thousand-mile-long rifts in the Firmament abruptly stretched wider.
Dazzling red light poured from the depths of the rifts, staining the sky over all of Central Province blood-red.
The Three-Headed Stitched Monsters that had been frantically attacking Old Ancestor Cangwu and the others had now melted completely.
Dark-red turbid qi intertwined with golden immortal court law, climbing swiftly along the red light before finally condensing into an enormous Flesh Altar in midair.
The altar's surface was covered in writhing blood vessels, each flowing with a nauseating aura of destruction.
Then an immense phantom was projected from the depths of the rifts.
Its face was indistinct, and dazzling golden markings shrouded its entire body.
As the phantom descended, the oppressive might of complete immortal court law slammed down upon Central Province without restraint.
The pressure was crushing.
Old Ancestor Cangwu was gripping the damaged Dark-Gold Long Sword, preparing to charge at the altar in midair again.
He had just drawn up a breath of true qi when the pressure descended, and the air around him froze solid.
Old Ancestor Cangwu was driven straight into the earth, sword and all.
Every bone in his body creaked. He could not move even a finger.
"Wh-what is this thing?!" Old Ancestor Cangwu gritted his teeth, blood welling continuously from his mouth.
He desperately urged the Peerless Grade dao fruit within him into action, trying to break free of the restraints.
But that golden pressure ignored his laws entirely, pinning his sword intent firmly inside his body.
The Dark-Gold Long Sword let out a mournful cry, and the light along its blade faded completely.
"Old Jiang! Can you still move?!" Old Ancestor Cangwu roared at Emperor Jiang Wu nearby.
Emperor Jiang Wu braced both arms