Above Shangqiu, Yu Chen raised his head. Countless dark clouds suddenly gathered in the sky toward the Xia Dynasty, plunging a stretch of heaven and earth into gloom. At the same time, the underground earth veins trembled faintly. The once-stable veins began to quiver, as Lu Gui used some unknown method to shake heaven and earth and bring about this change.
Immediately afterward, the primordial qi above Shangqiu churned violently, and countless bolts of lightning sprang into being from thin air. This was the Shang Kingdom's national fortune contending against an outside force.
East Mother, West Mother, and the many deities guarding Shangqiu revealed themselves one after another.
Divine light emerged from their bodies and linked together, shielding the living beings around them. At the same time, they mobilized their respective authorities to support the national fortune and resist the ceaselessly descending killing intent.
In the eyes of these deities, at the heart of the interwoven lightning descended a terrifying edge capable of severing all worldly dharmas, shattering a nation's land and civilization, and annihilating every phenomenon.
Facing that edge head-on, the gods felt ice-cold from head to toe. Those whose true bodies were present felt disaster looming over them, certain death unavoidable. Even those present through incarnations felt their divine power gradually congeal, like drowning mortals, oppressed and suffocated beyond measure.
Yet in Yu Chen's eyes, it was merely a pure streak of saber light.
He pointed, and four streams of sword light flew out and vanished into the void. Then he stepped out from the Dao Palace and stood in midair. Clear radiance shone behind his head, auspicious clouds surged before him, and three lotus flowers slowly revolved above his crown. They merged inward, transforming into an illusory wish-granting scepter that he held in his hand.
He fiercely