He looked at Tian Yuan. The crystalline crystal in his hand suddenly began to expand.
It did not seem terribly powerful, yet it made the heavens, earth, and void tremble.
The suffering of heaven and earth, the sorrow of the cosmos, the Wrath of the Universe, the Sorrow of the Saint!
This was a Daoist divine ability Tianyu Quasi-Saint had used against Ye Tian before, one that had even shaken Ye Tian's inner heart and emotions.
Causing a single teardrop to fall.
This teardrop appeared simple, but one had to know that it was Ye Tian's tear, equivalent to the tear of a Quasi-Saint. He had once seen Saint's threshold, so calling it a saint's tear would not be wrong.
A single saint's tear had recorded all of Tianyu Quasi-Saint's Daoist divine abilities.
And now, it released them once more.
This time, Ye Tian was the one coordinating it, and Ye Tian was the one casting it.
Yet its power was dozens of times greater than when Tianyu Quasi-Saint had used it.
Heaven and earth shook without cease as fissures burst open from the void.
Rays of light shot through the air and even split apart, becoming the most minuscule particles of power. In a short time, it seemed that the will of heaven and earth, which had only just recovered, was torn apart once again.
Sorrow, suffering, fury, and grief—four emotions stirred the void.
They sought to drag Saint Tian Yuan directly into them.
But a saint was a saint. His expression changed somewhat, but not greatly. Though he was affected, he could still break free with ease.
"Your method has somewhat exceeded my expectations. Mm, this is indeed a technique Tianyu Quasi-Saint should have prepared for me. But it is useless. You can see that."
Saint Tian Yuan