The space-time framework of the entire Obossis New Land twisted violently, and the roar of gravity howled in their ears as though heaven and earth were collapsing.
The "Master of All Beings" discovered that its consciousness data had been locked down by a tyrannical gravitational force. No matter how it reversed the energy circuits within its body, it could no longer regain even the slightest control over its body.
It could only watch helplessly as it, along with the immense mechanical continental plate beneath its feet, plunged unimpeded into the depths between the brows of that white-robed divine figure spanning Star Heaven, like a pebble hurled into the abyss.
Yet even in such desperate straits, as a veteran Judge who had judged countless civilizations over the long years of the Boundless Court, it showed not the slightest trace of hysterical panic.
As it hurtled upward, its eyes, formed entirely of pure white energy, even strained to concentrate all its computing power, staring fixedly at the dazzling white light between Zhou Heng's brows.
Questions snowballed wildly in the depths of its soul.
What exactly lay hidden deep between Zhou Heng's brows?
From their initial encounter to the death match in the Novice Village, when it had personally sent down a divine projection and left him nowhere to retreat, why had this young member of Human Kind never once used the core power hidden deep between his brows-even now, when it had been driven into a desperate situation and uprooted by this divine palm?
Was that truly the strongest trump card left to this Chosen One by the "Lord of Fate," who had fallen long ago?
Or was what lurked deep within that man's soul no inherited legacy at all, but some unknown source of power even more outrageous and unreasonable than