Heavenly Court of Old

"Everyone, take a look."

Ye Zhuo tossed an object into the air. It was the Eight-Part Heavenly Scripture.

The Heavenly Scripture unfurled, blotting out the sky.

The past flowed across it, revealing ages gone by like passing clouds.

The scene it showed was from thousands of years ago.

The ancestors of humanity had severed Heaven and Earth. A streak of blood-red light had suddenly appeared between them.

A massive hand had descended from the sky and shattered the Heavenly Court.

Gods and Buddhas had surged upward, sealing off the mortal world before charging into the endless void to protect its people.

From that day on, there were no more gods or Buddhas.

"So that's what happened."

The sight was more than anyone had expected.

The myths were true after all. In that ancient age, Heaven and Earth had been connected, and the skies had been filled with divine beings.

But an ancient, unknown existence had defeated every god in this world with a single palm strike, uprooting and destroying their entire civilization.

"Is the owner of that hand still alive?"

Sword in hand, Linghu Chong looked up toward Beyond the Heavens.

It was a troubling question.

If that being was still out there, then no matter how many people ascended in the future, the result would be the same.

Wouldn't one palm strike be enough to end them all?

"I don't know. Let's find out."

Ye Zhuo looked toward Beyond the Heavens and recalled the Heavenly Scripture. With a light sweep of his hand, he erased the white expanse as though rubbing it away.

The seal broke.

Bones and corpses came into view.

They were the indestructible remains of gods. Cultivating a Golden Body Dharma Aspect allowed one to reach that stage.

A Heavenly Immortal could go further. Even after