As the saying went, spectators never minded a bigger spectacle. In the Kings' eyes, they were "dying men" either way, so getting to see something big before they died would be no loss, however they looked at it.
Especially when the ones being messed with belonged to The Heavens.
They had struck it rich.
Of course, as another saying went, one household's joy was another's sorrow. If the Kings' side was rejoicing, then the other side was grieving.
The beings of The Heavens would never forget this day.
Who could have imagined that the mighty weapon they took such pride in, the solid ground of The Heavens high above, would actually be pierced through on this day, even triggering a great upheaval throughout heaven and earth, with all manner of terrifying sights emerging?
It was as though they had personally entered an age that ground the Myriad Heavens to dust and slew all that could not be spoken of. How could their scalps not prickle? How could it not leave a deep impression? Such stimulation taken to the extreme truly defied words.
"This place is usually remote, cut off from the world, suppressing many secret paths. It amounts to a place of 'exile.' Will those supreme lineages notice the shocking upheaval happening here?"
In one corner of The Heavens, all the beings dwelling in this region had fallen to their knees. Beneath that immense pressure, none could retain their former bearing. Their bodies shook like chaff in a sieve, their teeth chattering.
Normally, the beings of The Heavens were absolutely conceited. Born into a world like this, what had they not seen? They ought to have feared nothing.
After all, supreme beings were no legends here. They truly existed, with all manner of traces manifesting in the world, rather than