"I underestimated you." Junhao snorted coldly, killing intent surging in his eyes. He raised both hands and began forming an ancient, intricate, and profound hand seal before his chest, as though every gesture drew upon the trajectories of the Great Dao's origin.
As the hand seal formed, the originally brilliant and sacred starlight around him abruptly collapsed inward and condensed. Its aura became extremely restrained, yet incomparably dangerous, as if some indescribably terrifying thing was being born.
Then Junhao opened his mouth. Something vibrated deep in his throat, and he uttered an utterly strange monosyllable that seemed to belong to no known language.
"Om—!!!"
The sound was low, resounding, desolate, and ancient, like the first note of the Dao at the creation of heaven and earth, yet also like the final sigh when all things returned to the Return to Ruins.
The instant the sound rang out, the entire All-Heaven Star Domain shuddered violently. The movement of every star came to an abrupt halt, as though they were paying homage and resonating with it!
Even Zhang Shuai's Chaos Thunder Domain froze for an instant!
A soul-deep dread and tremor swept through Zhang Shuai's heart.
"Divine Dao Sound?!"
Zhang Shuai's expression became graver than ever. Every hair on his body stood on end as he sensed an intense threat of life and death!
He did not dare slacken in the slightest. As his thoughts raced, the phantom of an ancient, heavy bronze bell emerged from within him. It was octagonal in shape and covered in countless Dao patterns. It instantly expanded and enveloped his entire body. Solid azure curtains of light descended from its walls, layered with spatial ripples as though completely isolating and locking down the space he occupied.
This was the Eight Desolations Heaven-Locking Shield he had refined. Over