Mu Chen stood in the void. As his thoughts shifted, all the surging chaos energy around him withdrew into his body, leaving not a wisp to escape.
He lowered his head, looked at his slender, well-defined hand, and slowly clenched his fist.
The instant his fingers closed, the space within his palm gave a faint whimper. Black fissures flickered into sight, stretching toward the endless horizon, as though even the Great Thousand World could not withstand his power.
"So this is the power I gained by breaking through to Heavenly Sovereign..."
Mu Chen could clearly feel the almost inexhaustible spiritual energy within him. A mere gesture seemed enough to draw the laws of heaven and earth along with it, and the slightest thought could change the face of mountains and rivers for ten thousand miles.
Compared with his time as an Earthly Sovereign, it was truly the difference between clouds above and mud below.
Only now did he truly understand why Heavenly Sovereigns were revered as the pinnacle experts of the Great Thousand World, standing above countless living beings.
This was not an accumulation of quantity, but a complete transformation in the level of his existence and the very essence of his power!
After pondering for a moment, Mu Chen suddenly stirred his thoughts and opened his right hand.
Hum.
Space rippled faintly within his palm. The next moment, a soft white light quietly emerged and swiftly condensed.
The light receded, becoming a white spirit pearl roughly the size of a fist, perfectly round like the finest crystal, hovering quietly above his palm.
The pearl was crystalline and translucent, with milky-white spirit mist swirling and churning endlessly inside it.
Deep within that spirit mist, the indistinct phantom of a white dragon could just barely be seen swimming slowly, appearing and