Earth Space-Time.
The North Sea.
In the sky.
A vast, illusory North Sea toppled like a pillar of heaven, and a dreamlike blue Peng swam through it.
At the center of the overturning heaven and earth, a Three-Legged Golden Crow beat his wings, releasing immense light and heat.
Above the Golden Crow's head.
The majestic, heroic phantom of the God King suddenly stirred. His eyes opened a sliver, and golden light, electric and dreamlike, flowed down like luminous mist through space and time in all ten directions.
That hazy golden mist alone was like a great art that shattered boundaries, transforming the illusory North Sea overhead into clear sky.
Peng, within the illusory North Sea, felt an even deeper terror.
He took just one look at that phantom of the God King descending upon the Nine Heavens and felt as though he had fallen into the heart of the Sun, where heaven and earth shone in splendor and all things bowed in submission.
At that moment, he could no longer muster the will to resist.
"I lost!"
Peng was straightforward about it and surrendered outright.
Not far away.
Di Jun quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
He had indeed created that God King Descending upon the Nine Heavens by watching the videos Jiang Yang had left in the Refuge countless times.
That wisp of hazy golden mist, however, had taken all his strength to produce and could break Peng's North Sea Divine Ability.
His own strength was no weaker than Peng's.
As for the imposing might of the God King opening his eyes, he had poured endless painstaking effort into it, barely managing to imitate the slightest trace of the spirit in Jiang Yang's eyes.
But that was enough.
He believed that no one in the world today could withstand