Wang Xuan stepped off the Ninety-Nine-Layer Stone Steps.
He stood high in the sky, clad in Gold and White Treasure Armor, his dark hair stirred by the fierce wind. His pale-gold slit pupils looked down over the vast land.
The four progenitors were dead. No one in the entire Otherworld could stop him now.
It was time to settle accounts.
He raised his right hand.
Hum!
High above, ripples spread through space.
An enormous hand appeared over billions of miles of the Otherworld.
It was too vast for its edges to be seen.
A single finger stretched across the sky like a mountain range spanning billions of miles. Its knuckles rose like peaks pressing into the clouds. The lines across its palm resembled ravines and rivers carved into the earth. Deep within those lines, Order Divine Chains coiled, while stars as large as bushels flickered along the edge of the palm.
Heaven's Hand!
Mountains collapsed one after another, snow and boulders thundering down their slopes. Rivers flowed backward, their waters surging skyward against their beds. Laws and divine principles drew taut beneath the hand's shadow, then snapped inch by inch.
Across the land, birds folded their wings and fell. Beasts lay flat, unable to rise. The pressure forced billions of living creatures to their knees, their backs pressed to the soil, their heads too heavy to lift. Only the clatter of chattering teeth remained, rising from everywhere at once.
Wang Xuan slowly pressed his hand downward.
Heaven's Hand covered billions of miles.
An Ancestor God roared and shot into the sky, pouring everything he had into an innate Supernatural Power to stop the descending palm.
The attack struck the hand that blotted out the sky, only to vanish like a drop of water in the sea. It did not even