This head was condensed from swirling golden clouds and mist. Its features were indistinct, save for a pair of enormous eyes that flickered with golden light, exceptionally conspicuous.
The gaze in those eyes was cold and merciless, looking down upon all things, as though the will of heaven had taken form and was overlooking the countless living beings upon the earth.
And in its eyes, all living beings were no more than ants.
The appearance of that enormous human head not only brought terrifying pressure, but also made it impossible for the few people present to raise their heads and look directly at it.
Merely attempting to gaze at it subjected them to even more terrifying pressure, causing their blood and qi to churn as though they might die on the spot.
"Hiss... Wh-what is this?"
With just a glance from the corner of his eye, the Loose Immortal Body could not help sucking in a cold breath.
Su Shi'er did not speak. His eyes rolled as a vague guess formed in his heart.
Though the Divine Power above was thin, it was astonishingly powerful.
The disparity was practically equal to that between Immortal Essence and Loose Immortal Immortal Essence—perhaps even greater.
And the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace was one of the Descendants of Gods.
The fundamental reason he could wield Divine Power was that this clan had an exceedingly deep bond with the Divine Beings of the Divine Realm.
That connection originated in bloodline, but it was by no means limited to bloodline alone.
At this thought, the surging river of stars beyond the Spatial Rift, the source of this Divine Power, and even the identity of the person who had suddenly spoken all became obvious.
The moment this thought surfaced, Su Shi'er's face turned incomparably grim. His