After that single strike.
Another two full days and nights passed.
The shattered void for a million miles around fell into a deathly silence unprecedented since antiquity.
Heaven and earth were soundless, wind and clouds stood still, and the entire airspace seemed completely frozen. Law particles, currents of origin energy, and fragments of space, normally visible everywhere, now hung motionless, without the slightest flow or tremor.
From the moment Lingmeng Overgod's terrifying palm, spanning the firmament and blotting out the Star River, hung high above and slowly pressed downward, the fate of this world had been firmly locked by an Overgod's authority.
An Overgod's supreme pressure far exceeded the limits of comprehension of all Highgods and Paragons.
It was not a violent, explosive assault, but an absolute confinement originating from the highest tier of the universe's rules. Like an ancient divine mountain suppressing countless ages, it sealed off the airspace, earth, and fabric of spacetime for a million miles around, leaving this world no room to breathe.
The barriers of the void folded, collapsed, and shattered layer upon layer, while the material essence of heaven and earth continually faded, was annihilated, and returned to nothing.
Mountains and rivers shattered completely, currents of air died out, and light and shadow stood still.
All things vanished, and all laws fell silent.
This was an Overgod's power.
It was supreme authority that transcended the utmost limits of Paragons and looked down upon the rules of all heavens, a supreme domain that billions of God-level cultivators could scarcely touch even after exhausting countless ages.
Lingmeng Overgod's palm strike contained no intricate technique, no frenzied slaughter, not even the slightest deliberate targeting.
It was simply erasure through Overgod laws in their purest, most fundamental form.
It covered a million miles of territory, indiscriminately sweeping away