Boom!
A heaven-overturning palm descended with the force of countless tons, its ferocious momentum like a meteor plummeting from the sky.
Seething energy surged with the palm strike, making space itself shudder violently and sending out ripples visible to the naked eye. Scattered stones and collapsed pillars trembled the instant those ripples swept over them.
A fierce wind blew, and they crumbled into dust that scattered in every direction.
This was with Hong Yuan's true self aperture only newly formed. It governed all his apertures and absorbed numinous energy, but his strength had swollen too quickly in that brief instant for him to concentrate it completely, allowing a small portion of his power to spill out.
Once he had fully assimilated this transformation, even a small mountain standing before him would probably be blasted apart by a single palm strike.
Such power was far too terrifying. It had utterly transcended the limits of the mortal world. Even Yang Qingxuan felt his hair stand on end, sensing a calamity that would swallow him whole.
Yang Qingxuan gritted his teeth and roared, "No one can defeat me, Yang Qingxuan! Not even an Immortal!"
Hong Yuan's opening of the ninth spiritual aperture had shaken him to his core, and the power now revealed was horrifying beyond belief. In his daze, Yang Qingxuan actually saw him as an Immortal, and immense fury erupted from the depths of his heart.
That fury brought even greater power. The ground beneath Yang Qingxuan's feet shook with a thunderous crash, cracks spreading more than a hundred zhang outward. Layer upon layer of astral qi surged, like a tsunami blotting out heaven and earth, like a volcano erupting after gathering force for millions of years.
The crown binding his hair exploded, and his long hair flew like a cascading