Above the Sea of Mist, all was silent.
The clash of Great Daos between Luo Hongyan and Pang Lin had been forcibly halted by Yihao's divine power of fate.
Light and darkness no longer stirred up terrifying tides, and the shattered void around Tianyu had also fallen still.
The two Pang Jians positioned above and below the God King's head said nothing.
The petrified human True Gods, naturally, were even less able to move.
Only the Fate Pearl was still spinning, continuously releasing divine power of fate, telling the world that it was still in motion.
"Fate!"
"Yihao!"
All who could gaze upon the Fate Pearl were shaken by Yihao's divine might.
When Yihao did not act, that was one thing. But once he did, he crushed all before him.
He had slaughtered the gods madly, regardless of whether they were alien demon gods or deities within the Sea of Mist.
The Black Phoenix, whose demon body was incomparably enormous, fixed its pair of cold, pitch-black eyes upon the spinning Fate Pearl and said indifferently, "I knew you would show yourself."
It was not surprised in the least. Its understanding of Yihao surpassed even that of Fuya, Luo Hongyan, and Tianyu.
"Brother, be wary of your divine spark losing control."
Pang Lin's voice echoed in the minds of both Pang Jians, telling him what he most needed to guard against.
"Divine spark?" Pang Jian replied with a grim expression through his thoughts.
"Even a Sovereign-level divine spark can be tainted by that one's will. I told you, I suffered a terrible loss before. I will remain strictly vigilant, and you need to be careful as well."
"My suggestion is..."
Pang Lin's voice continued to ripple through his mind.
It was also at this moment.
Whoosh!
Yihao, holding a thick ancient