That pointing finger seemed utterly unremarkable!
No vast surge of immortal light flowed, nor did dazzling divine radiance flare.
There were no world-shocking phenomena manifesting, either.
The sight made Zhunti's pupils abruptly contract.
He knew very well that his palm strike could pulverize a small world, wiping it out entirely.
Its power could certainly be called heaven-shaking and earth-moving.
Even though the Elder of Chaos was powerful, such a careless response might still cost him dearly.
But before he could offer a warning.
In the next instant, Zhunti saw something even more shocking.
Under that single finger from the Elder of Chaos, the Great Sun Tathagata Palm he had unleashed.
Actually... began to dissolve at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Yes!
Dissolve.
Like ice and snow beneath a blazing sun, layer by layer, inch by inch, from fingertips to palm, from palm to wrist, from wrist to the entire enormous hand, it silently, irreversibly, utterly dissolved into nothingness.
The golden buddha light dimmed.
The flowing Sanskrit script dissipated.
The phantom of the Great Sun Tathagata seated in the palm blurred and twisted, finally turning into a shower of light that vanished without a trace.
A few short breaths.
In merely a few breaths.
The Great Sun Tathagata Palm, which had blotted out the sky and sun with its overwhelming might, was completely annihilated in the void, as though it had never appeared.
No aftershocks, no remnants, no trace whatsoever.
It was as though Zhunti had never unleashed that palm strike.
Deathly silence filled the Zixiao Palace.
True, utter silence.
Zhunti stood rooted to the spot, still holding the posture of his palm strike.
Buddha light still wreathed him, not yet fully dispersed.
But his expression had already become that of someone struck by lightning, his eyes wide and