The instant he opened his eyes, two flashes of brilliance swiftly shot through the demonic cultivator's gaze.
His eyes were solitary and cold, deep and merciless, looking down upon heaven, earth, and all living beings.
Compared to the demonic cultivator from before, it could not be called unfamiliar—it was as though he had become an entirely different person.
Those profound eyes were like an endless dark night, seemingly capable of devouring all the light in the world.
At this moment, the demonic cultivator's consciousness had long since vanished without a trace.
In its place, the consciousness of the former Demon God Xuantianjun had taken possession of his body.
As Xuantianjun opened his eyes, the aura around him also ceased its rise.
Then, Xuantianjun's body slowly descended.
Though he stood only seven feet tall, he gave off the impression of a towering mountain, a falling meteor, his momentum vast and majestic.
Bang!
With a muffled boom, Xuantianjun's body landed upon the ground.
Amid that dull sound, the earth trembled.
With his feet as the center, cracks rapidly spread across the ground in every direction.
The farther the fissures extended, the wider the cracks became.
In the blink of an eye, fissures had spread ten thousand miles away.
Across the land of the Hundred Thousand Mines, countless mountains and mine tunnels collapsed, leaving only abyss-like chasms crisscrossing the devastated earth.
Ten thousand miles away, even the ocean surrounding the land seemed to be suffering ceaseless undersea earthquakes.
For a time, wave after wave surged without end, countless thousand-zhang waves rolling up through the nine heavens.
The Hundred Thousand Mines did not have a vast sea area, but neither was it without one. Its smallness was only relative.
In truth, compared to the landmass, it was not lacking in the slightest. It occupied