The Profound Sound of the Firmament

"Please."

Ru Dian gave a low shout, and the Small Mount Sumeru Staff in her hand thrust straight toward Zhi Zhen's exquisitely beautiful face.

The Small Mount Sumeru Staff weighed one hundred and eight thousand jin, but this divine artifact's true power did not lie in its weight. The one hundred and eight thousand jin merely demonstrated how hard and resilient the material used to forge it was—virtually indestructible.

This staff's true power lay in the Mount Sumeru formation contained within it.

In Buddhist scriptures, Mount Sumeru was called the center of the three thousand worlds, supreme and immense, bearing the heavens, gods, and Buddhas.

Though the Small Mount Sumeru Staff appeared to be nothing more than a heavy black rod, it actually possessed three rings and eight ridges. The three rings represented the wind ring, water ring, and metal ring, embodying the power of three primordial forces of the universe.

The eight ridges represented the eight directions and ten extremes, signifying the suppression of the three thousand worlds across the eight directions and ten extremes.

Ru Dian knew how formidable Zhi Zhen was, so she did not hesitate to unleash the Small Mount Sumeru Staff's full power. The long staff was swift as wind, shifting as water, firm as metal. Its unleashed might further carried the force to suppress the eight directions and ten extremes.

The Eight Mysteries Palace was a sixth-rank divine artifact. Yet under the Small Mount Sumeru Staff's full-force blow, even the hall boomed as it swelled and twisted like an inflated bubble.

The immense, peerless force released by the Small Mount Sumeru Staff threatened to blast this hall conjured by magic apart.

Facing the Small Mount Sumeru Staff head-on, Zhi Zhen's breathing stalled beneath its pressure. Even the Taiming Three-Origin Divine Robe on her body