Across ten thousand miles of sky, the wind rose and abruptly stopped.
The howling winds and drifting clouds that had lingered above Border City moments before seemed suddenly imprisoned by an invisible, intangible hand.
All movement between heaven and earth vanished. Birds hung suspended, clouds froze in place, and the entire world sank into an oppressive, deathly silence.
High in the heavens, the newly ascended Lowgod, who had only recently attained his Divine Position, stood rigid in midair.
The dazzling golden divine radiance that had surrounded him, a symbol of his divine nobility, now churned in violent disorder.
Its light flickered, fracturing layer by layer like a candle wavering in a raging storm, teetering on the verge of complete collapse.
An indescribably terrifying pressure quietly descended from the depths of the void, locking down every inch of his divine body.
This power was neither violent nor sharp, yet it carried the absolute order of the highest reaches of divinity, suppressing all lands and overturning all things.
No matter how desperately the Lowgod circulated all his divine energy to resist, he could not budge it in the slightest.
At the very heart of his Divine Soul, the Divine Core he had condensed through endless hardship trembled frantically, humming without cease.
It was absolute submission etched into the very essence and bloodline of gods, the most fundamental, ultimate, and irresistible suppression of a Lowgod by the strength of a Highgod.
No moves or killing intent were necessary. The difference in the dimensions of their realms alone was enough to shatter all his cultivation and confidence.
Beside this newly ascended Lowgod, the four Saint Apex experts who had followed him all this way fared even more miserably.
Earlier, the four had stood high in the sky, their auras vast and mighty, Saint power