Spirit Hall Empire, Spirit City.
The Soul Tool recording the images began to tremble slightly, cracks too fine to notice spreading across it.
At that moment, the image revealed a colossal being with his feet planted on the boundless earth and his head beneath the endless heavens. Like Pangu cleaving heaven and earth apart, his enormous fist roared through furious winds, overturning the continent in an instant with the force of sweeping clouds and surging seas. Dazzling light suddenly burst from the Soul Tool. As though even this device could not withstand the images it recorded, its accumulating cracks finally crossed a breaking point, and it exploded with a thunderous crash.
Scorched fragments scattered across the floor.
Yet everyone in the council chamber seemed to have been struck by a collective Petrification Technique, standing rooted to the spot like wooden chickens. They resembled statues carved by Michelangelo himself, the most accomplished craftsman of Ancient Rome, their faces frozen in a tangled mixture of bewilderment, shock, and disbelief.
Clearly, the footage Qian Renxue had casually recorded of Yang Ming's final battle against the Dragon God's Wraith in the Dragon God's Ruins had thoroughly cowed everyone from the Sea God Hall.
"Th-this... he's a monster, isn't he?"
The speaker was Seahorse Douluo, one of the Sea God's Seven Sacred Pillars. His fair, tender face, which resembled that of a handsome young celebrity, was pale and drained. His eyes, capable of captivating countless young women, brimmed with fear and unease.
Yang Ming's enormous figure after using Heaven and Earth Manifestation, like a demonic god, had left an indelible mark deep within his mind. It was even highly likely to become an inner demon, a nightmare haunting his future cultivation and preventing him from advancing any further. In an extreme case, his strength might