Within the World in Palm, Half-Stone Being tore frantically at space, each strike plowing crisscrossing spatial fissures through the void.
His petrified body was rapidly disintegrating. Vast sheets of stone skin peeled away like shattered tiles, and the exposed flesh evaporated under the heat of his burning essence into a thick blood mist. Wrapped around his ruined body, it moved so fast that even divine sense could only catch a blurred afterimage.
Wang Xuan remained expressionless and curled his five fingers slightly inward.
The space within his palm instantly collapsed. The space rifts Half-Stone Being had just torn open were forcibly sealed and compressed by a terrifying power. The entire world within his palm caved inward.
"No!"
Half-Stone Being finally sensed something wrong. He threw back his head and roared, his voice so shrill that it tore through dimensional barriers.
In his eyes, five sky-piercing pillars of flesh closed in with a thunderous crash, each radiating an imperial pressure capable of suppressing all ages.
The whole world squeezed toward him. Above, below, left, right, front, back—space contracted madly from every direction, locking him firmly in the center.
Wang Xuan turned his left hand over, and a jet-black treasure bottle appeared out of thin air.
Its mouth was as deep as an abyss, as though it connected to the farthest reaches of the Return Ruins of the Heavens and Myriad Worlds, that land of everlasting annihilation.
The Heaven Swallowing Treasure Bottle.
"Go."
Wang Xuan softly uttered the word, his voice like the gentle toll of an ancient bell.
The treasure bottle became a streak of black light and plunged into the World in Palm.
Its mouth turned downward, and an irresistible devouring force erupted, like billions of mouths opening at once. Even the void twisted and collapsed toward its opening.
Half-Stone