Hiss!
Across the heavens of the Primordial Wilderness, every Saint watching the battle at Tanggu Valley saw Qin Mu's casual flick of a finger—and the gray divine light capable of destroying everything dissolve without a sound.
The entire Primordial Wilderness fell into an eerie silence.
Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.
Ji Fa and the Nine-Tailed Fox stared blankly at the image in the Water Mirror. Every trace of color drained from their faces.
"What was that?" the Nine-Tailed Fox asked hoarsely, trembling without even realizing it. "That was the Primordial Heavenly Demon's Dao of Termination! How could it... how could a single finger just..."
She could not even find the words to describe it.
Ji Fa's Adam's apple bobbed. He could not say a word.
He understood the terror of that finger better than the Nine-Tailed Fox did.
It had not been a clash of laws, nor an overwhelming display of force.
It had been erasure from a higher dimension!
As though a painter had disliked a stroke on his canvas and casually rubbed it away.
Qin Mu was that painter.
And the Dao of Termination the Primordial Heavenly Demon took such pride in did not even count as a stroke on the canvas. At most, it was a stray speck of ink.
The Western Teachings, Mount Sumeru.
Saint Zhun Ti stood with his mouth open, frozen halfway through a gasp, unable to make a sound.
Saint Jie Yin's face, bitter for ten thousand years, had twisted beyond recognition.
His lips trembled as he murmured, "The Heavenly Dao Realm... so this is the true Heavenly Dao Realm..."
They had thought that Qin Mu's breakthrough merely put him one major realm above them. They all lived beneath the same heavens of the Primordial Wilderness, so surely there was still some basis for