Si Chen stood impassively opposite the army of countless dead.
The solar corona halo revolved slowly behind his head, as though it held a burning universe within.
Then he took a step forward.
Crack...
It was only an utterly ordinary step.
Yet around the point where his foot landed, space seemed to suffer an immeasurably terrifying force. It twisted a few times, then instantly collapsed into nothingness!
Then he slowly raised his slender hand, aiming his palm at the distant souls of the Three Realms. His thin lips parted, and he uttered:
"Origin of All Things, draw."
The instant his words fell, an absolute gravitational force emanated from his palm, one that neither immortal essence nor Daoist arts could possibly explain.
The countless Filth Demons, the floating fragments of shattered continents, and even the stray starlight around them all spun out of control.
In just a few breaths, the dark masses of countless Filth Demons were forcibly drawn together by that extreme gravitational pull, forming a pitch-black sphere in midair, large enough to blot out the Star River!
"Wh-what Divine Ability is this?!"
The eleven Immortal Emperors standing far behind him had completely lost the ability to think.
They stared at the enormous black sphere that had forcibly compressed countless Filth Demons into a single mass, their scalps prickling.
Yet an even greater shock was still to come.
Si Chen gently closed his five outstretched fingers toward the enormous black sphere.
"Collapse."
Hum...
The instant Si Chen closed his fingers, that inconceivably vast black sphere violently caved inward!
In the blink of an eye, it was forcibly compressed into a black speck so tiny it was barely perceptible.
Then a faint white light flickered across that speck, and it vanished completely, returning to nothingness.
"Gulp..."
Chen Xu swallowed with difficulty