Before the Heaven Mending Pavilion, one hundred thousand ancient war chariots rose and fell. The vast military might shook heaven and earth.
Before the six hundred thousand troops of the Ning Clan, Ning Chen appeared. Raising a hand, he summoned mysterious thunder from the nine heavens to descend upon the world. His supreme divine might startled all under heaven.
Ten thousand bolts of thunder surged forth, transforming into Qilin that crazily crashed toward the Heaven Mending Pavilion below.
It was a world-shaking sight: ten thousand Qilin galloped forth, slamming thunderously into the great formation above the Heaven Mending Pavilion.
At once, a soul-shaking tremor rang out. The earth surrounding the Heaven Mending Pavilion began to collapse, sinking a hundred zhang.
In the void, Ning Chen watched below, his calm expression utterly unruffled.
"We have not met for only a few days, yet you have already grown this powerful."
Before the Chaos Heaven Divine Temple, the Heaven Mending Profound Venerable spoke calmly.
"Thank you, Profound Venerable, for the grace of the medicine you bestowed. Otherwise, my eyes could never have regained their sight." Ning Chen bowed respectfully.
The Heaven Mending Profound Venerable nodded. His gaze swept over the six hundred thousand troops behind Ning Chen as he said calmly, "Is this all the strength you possess?"
A smile appeared on Ning Chen's face. "Indeed. I ask the Profound Venerable for your guidance."
"Young man, you are not bad."
Appreciation showed on the Heaven Mending Profound Venerable's face. Setting aside their opposing positions, he admired this young man.
No one knew how many years had passed since anyone dared challenge the Heaven Mending Pavilion's majesty. For this young man to reach such a point was truly no easy feat.
"I shall wait for you to stand before me," the Profound Venerable said