["Wang Hao, Wang Hao, Wang Hao..."]
[Lin Feng, his white-robed form now solid, still waved his feather fan as he repeated this [Otherworldly Demon]'s true name.]
["A fine name, fine methods, and real ability."]
[As he sensed more and more anomalies, he suddenly spoke again:]
["These cannot be all your methods. With these schemes alone, you could never achieve your goal—not even a ten-percent chance!"]
["So..."]
[His Dao resonance shifted. The appreciation in Lin Feng's eyes melted like ice and snow in the blink of an eye, leaving nothing but murderous intent!]
[His Dao resonance was as cold as the Nine Hells:]
["I have waited so long. Why insist on hiding any longer?"]
[Every being in the [Past] sensed this towering murderous intent.]
[The same thought arose in all their hearts:]
[—A great catastrophe!!!]
[Yet Wang Hao, standing at the center of the storm, showed no change in expression. He merely cupped his hands, the Great Dao's voice curling through the air:]
["Indeed! Since you have put it that way, Lord Immortal Venerable, I must show you some genuine methods, whatever it takes!"]
[The next instant, everything changed!]
[Another strange sound came from the [Supreme True Realm], and a phantom appeared. It was not a projection of a gaze anchored through a higher dimension, but a true phantom.]
[The Supreme Silent Domain of the Thirty-Three Heavens abruptly convulsed.]
[It was not the laws that cracked; rather, the foundations of the entire framework of primordial principles were being permeated by a Dao tide from the Ultimate Other Shore.]
[The mirage of the Supreme Immortal pierced the beginning and end of time. Countless mystic crimson Dao threads pierced layer after layer of beyond heaven, running through every dimensional chain and narrative stratum.]
[Every "cause" and "effect" in the world began to reverse