"BOOM!"
That thunderous crash sounded like a Primordial Divine Mountain collapsing, like an entire star domain withering in an instant.
Terrifying dust mingled with chaos aura and dark law, becoming a storm of destruction that swept through the entire Bronze Underground Palace.
On the indestructible walls of the Ancient Hall, the runes that had endured countless ages without decaying now flickered violently, their light wavering.
They seemed ready to go out completely beneath the aftershocks of that collision.
Huang Ruoxi and the others were firmly protected in a corner by the safeguards Ye Tian had left behind.
Even so, the chill that pierced their bodies made their souls tremble, as though they had walked past the Ghost Gate.
Everyone stared fixedly at the enormous crater in the center of the Underground Palace.
There was nothing but deathly silence.
The God Sovereign Ancient Corpse seated cross-legged atop the black Divine Coffin still held the pose of his palm strike. Though damaged, that palm continued to radiate suffocating God Venerable pressure.
It was as though that blow had truly crushed an insignificant ant.
"Master..."
Xiao Yan's voice was dry, his knuckles white around the Black-Weight Ruler.
That had been a God Venerable's strike!
Even from a corpse whose cultivation had fallen and whose blood and qi had dried up, the Great Dao laws within that palm were enough to easily erase any living being below the God King realm.
Even someone who had just entered the God King realm would lose a layer of skin, if not their life.
Monstrous and heaven-defying as Ye Tian was, he was ultimately only in the True God realm.
Clashing head-on with a God Venerable across two major realms was, under the iron laws of cultivation, certain death.
"THUMP!"
Suddenly, a muffled sound came from within