Deep within the dark void beyond the nine heavens, in the supreme realm that had lain silent through the ages.
Beirut's indifferent eyes, which overlooked countless realms and regarded the rise and fall of planes with detachment, had long been fixed on the ruined battlefield below, at Kelan Imperial City.
At his slender fingertip, an almost imperceptible strand of supreme authority quietly stirred, powerful enough to annihilate billions of gods.
To this Overgod standing at the very pinnacle of the plane, the arrogant, overbearing Midgod before him was merely an ant.
With a single thought, he could crush that divine body, obliterate that divine soul, and end this calamity that was slaughtering a nation's destiny with a flick of his finger.
Across hundreds of millions of years of sweeping change, the rise and fall of prodigies throughout the heavens had long ceased to stir him. Even when several continents were shattered ten thousand years ago, he had not intervened.
Yet today, in this mere material plane, this boy who burned his life to attack a god with a mortal body, defying the Heavenly Dao and fate, had moved this eternal Sovereign to consider making an exception.
At the instant when heaven and earth stood still, life and death froze, and all fell silent!
A million miles away in the void, within Shiheng, who was recklessly burning divine power as he raced through the void toward his homeland in frantic anxiety!
Humm-!!!
A deep, ancient roar of the imperial way suddenly erupted, spanning past and present and shaking the plane!
It was neither a surge of divine power nor an eruption of Laws!
It was the supreme resonance of the Dao, drawn from the depths of the Human Race's river of countless ages, accumulated, silenced, and sealed through endless cycles of