The next instant, Yun Huang rose.
His White Dragon Ceremonial Robe billowed without wind, and the blood-red bindings snapped inch by inch like fragile spider silk.
Yun Huang was free.
And what would an eternal Immortal Emperor, no longer bound and finally free to act without restraint, do when faced with his former betrayers and mortal enemies?
The answer was simple and brutal.
Yun Huang slowly raised his slender, pale hand, curled his five fingers slightly, and gently pressed his palm downward over the entire Great Zhou Ancestral Temple.
"You would stain my Heavenly Origin World's barrier with this filth?"
Crack!
With that downward press, a vast, indistinct manifestation of the Immortal Emperor seemed to flash into existence and vanish. A terrifying imperial might, towering above all Daos and blazing like a collapsing great sun, crashed down!
Then.
The entire sky collapsed.
The blood-red canopy that even the combined strength of the assembled Immortal Venerables had failed to shake immediately became like glass pierced by a sledgehammer beneath that single finger. Countless enormous, intersecting cracks appeared in an instant before it shattered with a thunderous crash!
Daylight returned to the sky above the Divine Capital.
"Good heavens, no wonder my imperial brother wanted to... With an emperor of the Immortal Dao wielding such overwhelming might, the Human Emperor could only..." Xia Zhan gazed at the sky, the daylight pouring through the fragments of the blood-red canopy reflected in his eyes. His voice was strained and faltering.
Then Yun Huang gently extended his index finger.
He pointed toward the forcibly torn dark rift high in the sky, where countless demonic silhouettes flickered in and out of sight.
"The first finger."
His voice was soft, as soft as a sigh.
The next moment, it was not merely a rift that opened. The