Buzzz!
Space wailed—the scream of laws being forcibly stripped away.
Within this absolute domain called "Chaos: Myriad Worlds Fall Silent."
The dozen or so Imperial Clan prodigies and Ancient Freaks, once brimming with murderous intent and insufferable arrogance.
Now resembled insects trapped in amber, their movements slow and stiff.
The savage, blood-colored armor covering their bodies had lost the support of the grand formation's spiritual energy.
It crumbled and dispersed at a visible speed, turning into specks of red light that vanished into nothingness.
"My divine power! My origin!"
Marquis Silvermoon cried out in terror.
He felt as though an invisible black hole had sucked dry the power of the silver-blooded war god within him.
Even lifting the War Glaive in his hand became unbearably difficult.
"Is this... a forbidden arts domain?"
The black feathers behind Heaven-Swallowing Demon Son withered as he tried to spread his wings and soar.
Yet he found that this space weighed billions upon billions of pounds, crushing him flat against the ground like a stray dog.
At the center of it all, only one man stood alone above the clouds.
Ye Tian's white robes outshone snow, his black hair cascaded like a waterfall, and dazzling chaos divine halos wreathed his body.
Within each halo, a deity seemed to sit cross-legged, chanting scriptures.
The domain did not suppress him. Instead, he was like a fish in water, his aura rising steadily, as though he ruled this Small World and held everyone's lives in his hands.
"I told you, before chaos, all arts are empty."
Ye Tian stepped forward, golden lotuses blooming beneath his feet, each born and extinguished with a single step.
He did not rush to attack. Instead, he surveyed these once-lofty Imperial Clan heirs as though looking down upon ants.
"A tiger without teeth