Faced with that heaven-destroying, earth-annihilating palm strike, the entire Primordial World fell into deathly silence.
The primordial spirits of countless beings trembled. Beneath that pure authority of destruction, they felt their very existence rapidly dissolving, about to return to nothingness.
This was power enough to plunge even Sages into despair!
And yet.
Houtu and Nuwa, standing at the center of the storm, remained composed, without even the slightest ripple in their expressions.
Utterly unconcerned.
Those two words summed up their reaction.
They were no strangers to the Elder of Chaos.
In their last encounter, he had been unable to defeat even one of them and could only flee in disgrace.
Even Gu Changqing had once reduced the Elder of Chaos to a miserable state.
And Nuwa and Houtu were more powerful than Gu Changqing.
Even with Hongjun helping him now, could he really overturn the heavens?
To them, this palm strike, for all its imposing momentum, was merely the desperate struggle of a donkey whose tricks had run dry.
And so.
Facing that enormous chaos hand capable of overturning the Primordial World, the two women merely waved their hands in a casual, effortless gesture.
Their movements were graceful and unhurried.
It was as though they were not facing an ultimate confrontation that would decide the Primordial World's future, but simply brushing dust from the hems of their robes.
A beam of azure divine light contained boundless creation and vitality.
A current of brown dao rhythm bore the final reincarnation of all things.
The two mighty powers intertwined. Without any earth-shaking display, yet imbued with supreme laws, they drifted lightly toward the enormous chaos palm that would destroy everything.
To all the watching beings, what followed should have been the effortless dissolution of that enormous chaos palm, its collapse into dust.