Who could cut across the Heavenly Sea and turn the sun and moon with a single hand?
The sun and moon raised together into the high heavens were both clenched in his palm, their light and color stolen away. With a casual fling of Jiang Wang's hand—the Sun-Moon Shovel, renowned for shaking the world, stood stark and solitary upon the mountaintop, no more than an ordinary piece of iron.
And the Heavenly Sea swayed!
The Heavenly Sea, already brought under King Zhao's control, suddenly erupted into raging billows and thunderous waves with the arrival of the River-Subduing True Lord!
So long as the Heavenly Sea had not run dry, their struggle would not cease.
The Heavenly Dao Sword Immortal, pinned beneath King Zhao's five fingers, rose in an unshakable stand and became a pillar of heaven.
Propping up that hand, propping up Five-Finger Mountain!
In a form strikingly similar to the Long River's [Sea-Calming Suppression], it continued to rise higher, continued to call out to the Present World.
The Divine Hero had already fallen. King Zhao was still within the Heavenly Sea. The battle was not over.
Jiang Wang came carrying his bloodied sword. He was neither a thousand nor ten thousand zhang tall, yet the shadow cast by his body already blanketed the Heavenly Sea.
Though the Heavenly Sea was vast, not a single drop of Heavenly Dao water could reflect the light of heaven.
This fragment of history had indeed slowed.
A night owl drifted leisurely across the distant sky, moving so slowly that it ought not have been able to fly at all, but should have fallen into a bird carcass. Even the process of the lamps going out in the courtyard at the foot of Right-and-Wrong Mountain was slow as red-hot iron, left to dim gradually