As his words fell, Zhang Shuai casually extended his right hand toward the Burial Heaven Pavilion below, spread his fingers toward the void, and gently clenched them.
The movement was effortless, as though he were merely picking up a teacup from a table.
Yet the next moment, heaven and earth changed color, and the void let out a mournful cry!
With the Burial Heaven Pavilion headquarters at its center, everything within several million li—the thousands of mountain peaks, countless palaces, grand formations and restrictions, more than a hundred thousand Burial Heaven Pavilion disciples and elders, even the spiritual energy, light, and dust—seemed to turn into a "painting" seized by an invisible giant hand!
Then, that "painting" was truly lifted up, torn free from the Primordial World's original spatial framework!
All that remained in its place was a massive spherical black hole, as though a piece of the Primordial World had been forcibly gouged out!
In Zhang Shuai's palm appeared a crystal sphere, its internal scenery rendered in exquisite detail as it slowly revolved.
Within the crystal sphere were frozen space and time, the motionless Burial Heaven Pavilion, and countless Burial Heaven Pavilion members locked in their final terrified poses, unable to move or utter a sound.
With a mere gesture, he seized a world and refined it into a speck of dust in his palm!
Zhang Shuai cast an indifferent glance at the crystal sphere in his hand, then casually tossed it into the Heaven and Earth Creation Cauldron.
The Burial Heaven Pavilion, once renowned throughout the Primordial World, along with all its core forces, vanished completely with Zhang Shuai's casual grab and toss.
After finishing this, Zhang Shuai turned his gaze toward the massive shattered black hole below and traced a line through the air toward its edge.
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