The instant Zhang Sanxian stepped out of the wormhole, the deathly still lake of Celestial Rampart Patriarch's heart, ancient and unruffled as an old well, suddenly surged into monstrous waves. "This child—he actually possesses such a face!"
Though he had lived for countless millennia and could be called invincible throughout the entire Northern Galaxy, he still could not help but exclaim in astonishment. "This—this is no mere beauty of flesh and features, but a charm nearly akin to the Dao itself, capable even of drawing the favor of the laws. There is actually such a heaven-defying face in this world! Truly inconceivable."
And at the very instant Celestial Rampart Patriarch was captivated by that face, Zhang Sanxian had already learned the old fart's true strength through his formidable perception—
Initial stage of the twelve-digit realm!
Such strength was enough to tie up hundreds or thousands of Gu Qiandao and He Yiwei at their peak and beat them senseless without the slightest effort.
But what was strange was this: why could this old fart so brazenly maintain his full strength without suffering the Heavenly Dao's punishment?
Could it be that the Heavenly Dao of this universe was exceptionally lenient toward this old fart?
As Zhang Sanxian's thoughts raced, Celestial Rampart Patriarch's dry, hoarse voice rang out again. "Junior, you can actually stabilize your cultivation at the peak of the eleven-digit realm—how did you accomplish it?"
Those words fell like thunder, blasting the souls from the two trembling nine-digit cultivators. "Peak eleven-digit realm?! How is that possible? How could anyone in this age break through the shackles of the Heavenly Dao?!"
They abruptly raised their heads, their gazes instantly locking onto Zhang Sanxian's peerlessly beautiful face in utter terror.
In an instant, the two suffered a devastating blow of beauty. They stood