"Who... who are you?"
Zeus's voice trembled. He had ruled as king of the gods for countless ages and had never lost his composure like this, but now he could not help it.
The giant faces ignored him.
Their indifferent voices pressed down in waves, each word stirring the fundamental Great Dao:
“Thunder Law... stripped away.”
“Light Law... stripped away.”
"Disaster... bestowed."
"Stars... extinguished."
With each pronouncement, Zeus and the others felt something forcibly torn from within them.
The lightning on Mount Olympus died. Heaven's holy light vanished, and the stars across the sky lost their luster one by one before shattering.
Terrifying disasters erupted from nowhere across countless worlds. The beings of the Inner Realm wailed amid horrors beyond imagining.
The giant faces swept an indifferent gaze over the ravaged universe beyond the domain. Without lingering, they slowly dissolved into the void.
All strength left the gods, and they slumped onto their thrones of gold and jade, unable to recover for a long while. The suffocating sensation of being judged by the Great Dao had been carved into their souls, like ants facing the creator of the world.
God Jehovah struggled to steady his mind. He reached out to his billions of followers, hoping to summon holy light to comfort his people, but no matter how he urged his power, he could not call upon even a trace of his authority over light.
His voice shook with panic. "The holy light has left me. The Great Dao of Light has been severed from me completely!"
At Jehovah's cry, Zeus and the others hurried to wield their own authority over the Laws. Every face turned white as paper.
"No... no! Why can't I call upon the power of the stars?"
"Damn it! What's going on? The thunder won't