In the heavens, Zhao Wuji had already become a massive ice sculpture. His eyeballs could still be seen rolling about, his gaze filled with resentment and fury, as though he wanted to struggle free—but he could not move in the slightest.
The mighty Heavenly Emperor Zhao, the great being who had held up the Chaos Holy Land with one hand, wielded the six paths of reincarnation, and suppressed the myriad heavens and worlds—a legendary powerhouse—had now become a publicly displayed statue before everyone's eyes. It filled him with incomparable humiliation and rage.
"When my avatar returns, I shall dye the blue heavens with my divine blood."
"A thousand layers of tribulations, a hundred lifetimes of hardship; eternity passes in haste, in the flick of a finger. An undying body, an immortal soul, shaking the ancient and dazzling the present—none beneath heaven can stand against me!"
"Three hundred years east of the river, three hundred years west of the river... ah!"
Rage surged within Zhao Wuji. His blood energy erupted from his body, condensing into a golden giant ant that gleamed from head to toe, yet it still could not shake the frozen power surrounding him.
Even when Zhao Wuji fully activated all four Heavenly Emperor weapons, he still could not budge the force of the ice seal.
This was the power of origin laws.
Only now did Zhao Wuji truly feel the vast gulf between himself and the Heavenly Emperor realm.
A conviction arose in his heart—he wanted to break through into the Heavenly Emperor realm.
But comprehension of laws was not something that could be crossed in a short time.
"It is useless. Only the power of origin laws can break the power of origin laws, unless you possess a Celestial Venerable divine weapon that surpasses a Heavenly Emperor