"Lin Tian, I have yielded to you time and time again, yet you insisted on driving me into a corner with no way out. Now, I shall grant your wish!"
Yuanshi's Divine Sense emanated from the heart of that expanse of black holes, its violent fluctuations making his words seem broken and intermittent.
Yet those interruptions did nothing to diminish the overwhelming might Yuanshi displayed. Quite the contrary: those terrifyingly intense fluctuations made all living beings understand just how monstrous he had become.
Inside the Eight Sceneries Palace, Taishang could not help sighing as he watched Yuanshi's current state.
In the end, Yuanshi had still reached this point.
Originally, Taishang had not wanted to see him go this far.
In Taishang's view, since Yuanshi had directly drawn down the power of the Heavenly Dao, no matter what might Lin Tian possessed, he would now have no choice but to follow suit and unleash that same power.
With two Saints unleashing their full might, their every movement would likely shake countless trillions of miles of the Primordial World.
And that shaking would not merely be a tremor. It would bring destruction.
The region near the heart of their battle would inevitably be destroyed by Yuanshi and Lin Tian, reduced to an expanse of nothingness.
Even far from their location, the fabric of the Primordial World's space and time would become unbearably fragile. Even the membrane enclosing heaven and earth would suffer tremendous repercussions.
In Taishang's eyes, after this battle between Yuanshi and Lin Tian, the Primordial World-which had already been torn apart during the War of the Liches and reforged through the Saints' combined efforts-would suffer another devastating blow.
Even Taishang could not say how badly the Primordial World would shatter from this day onward.
"Lin Tian has gone too far!"