A young man swallowed hard, gripping the spirit talisman and immortal sword in his hands tightly. Fear showed in his eyes, and just as he was about to retreat in terror, a warm, gentle voice descended from the heavens.
"Take your positions. Do not panic."
When he heard those words, the young man somehow felt an incomparably wondrous power soothe his heart, making the fear within him vanish without a trace.
He raised his head and looked toward the boundless sky.
He saw dozens of incomparably noble figures standing above the Ninth Heaven. They were supreme immortal gods reclining high above the heavens; merely standing there in calm silence, they possessed an exalted bearing that transcended the mortal world.
The man at their head wore robes as white as snow. He merely stood there quietly before slowly extending a hand.
"Bzzzz—"
In an instant, heaven and earth trembled, and the void shook violently.
The endlessly sprawling sky darkened. Darkness shrouded the earth, and within tens of millions of miles of sea, the sun and moon lost their light.
All living beings could see was an enormous hand above the Ninth Heaven, blotting out the sky and covering the boundless firmament as it crashed down.
"Boom—"
With a thunderous bang, the great hand swept across countless millions of miles of mountains and rivers. Everything in its path crumbled and perished; even the myriad laws collapsed completely.
When all was still once more, a section of the boundless beast tide had been wiped flat. Whether Nascent Soul great demons or Primordial Spirit colossal fiends, all beings were equal beneath that palm, reduced to tribulation ash that filled the skies.
The young man's face remained aghast, and he could not recover from his shock for a long while.
After a long time, he