The Stars of the Zhoutian Grand Formation had shattered.
A single long trumpet had roared it to pieces.
The sight seared itself deep into the mind of every immortal in the Heavenly Court, becoming a nightmare they would never erase for all eternity.
As the grand formation shattered, a terrifying backlash swept toward every Star Lord presiding over it like mountains collapsing and seas surging.
Pfft!
Pfft! Pfft!
High in the heavens, all three hundred and sixty-five Star Lords suffered the thunderous backlash and spat out blood, regardless of their Cultivation, whether they were emperors such as Ziwei and Gouchen or ordinary Star Officials.
The divine radiance surrounding them dimmed to its utmost limit at that moment.
Their auras, too, plunged to rock bottom.
They became withered leaves swept away by a gale, falling helplessly from the air one after another.
Thud!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Dull impacts rose one after another before the deathly silent Lingxiao Palace.
The Star Lords of the Zhoutian, once lofty beings who looked down upon all living creatures, now fell like dumplings dropped into a pot, landing dazed and utterly bedraggled.
They struggled to rise, only to discover that their magical power had long since been drained dry, while their stellar origins had suffered grievous injuries that were all but irreversible.
Without tens of thousands of years of arduous cultivation, they could forget about recovering their vitality.
Even more Star Officials simply passed out, losing consciousness entirely.
The Heavenly Court's most elite, most central force had been utterly crippled at that moment.
The Jade Great Emperor stared blankly at the scene, his body trembling harder than a falling leaf in the wind.
His final trump card was gone.
His final hope had also been destroyed.
He watched helplessly as the phantom of the Mythical Divine