Terrifying crashes resounded across the planet's surface.
Each crash was that adorable little fist shattering space.
If that expanse of night in the void represented the will of the Dark Matter Sea,
then Snow Ji's fist was the will of this universe.
The collision of those two powerful wills sent enormous waves surging through the Snow Sea and brought countless mountains and rivers crashing down.
The night kept retreating, kept lifting away from the ground, and was gradually about to return to the equally dark universe.
Nine black suns were forced to reveal themselves within it, retreating toward the distant reaches of the atmosphere.
On the basketball court, Flower Creek covered her ears, watching the white cracks spreading ceaselessly through the night and shouting something excitedly. But the wind and snow on the planet's surface were too fierce, the temperature too low, for her voice to carry outside at all.
The Monk of Joy sat cross-legged on the Great Nirvana, Buddha fire burning on his fingers. Sensing the distinctive aura of space tearing at the edge of the atmosphere, he felt joy, yet also a faint bewilderment. He thought that after all these years apart, His Majesty had become countless times stronger; even if he wanted to follow in her footsteps, he could no longer do so.
The snowlines fell upon the night. Though clearly moving, they approached absolute zero, almost violating the rules of this world.
For every little fist to shatter space was something only gods of the imagination could accomplish.
Snow Ji was indeed the strongest being in the world, but she had not been this strong on the Chaotian Continent. Even beating the Immortal Bairen to death had taken some effort. Why had she become so formidable now?
When Daoist cultivators ascended from the