Killing as if Reaping Hemp, Ferocious Might Towering to the Heavens

The instant Shen Yun left, the entire Cloud Sea collapsed without the slightest warning.

A terrifying figure beyond the power of words to describe tore through layer upon layer of the heavens and descended at the entrance to the Heavenly Road.

With his arrival, ten thousand Daos wailed at once, and the void, like a fragile scroll painting, crumbled inch by inch out of control.

Endless withering stillness and vitality intertwined, forming a huge black-and-white Dao Diagram that slowly revolved behind him, blotting out the entire starfield.

What kind of person was that?

He looked to be in his twenties, even younger than Li Wuhen, clad in a plain black robe without the slightest pattern, yet he exuded the weight and vast desolation of an earth vein that had endured since time immemorial.

And what drew the eye most were his broad hands.

His palm lines were clear, his knuckles thick and sturdy, and every furrow seemed to have a river of stars flowing through it, holding a vast, mighty power enough to tear true dragons apart barehanded and carry Divine Mountains in his palms.

"Hiss—!"

At this moment, the souls of every cultivator present trembled violently. Beneath that overwhelming pressure that covered heaven and earth, even their heartbeats nearly stopped.

The Heavenly Immortal Realm experts who normally stood lofty above all others all turned pale, lowering their heads slightly, not daring to look directly at him.

As for the Mahayana Cultivators, their knees trembled even more, letting out grinding sounds as they buckled under the burden. It was crushing pressure stemming from Life Level, forcing them to the verge of kneeling and kowtowing.

"Greetings, Kuroshou Old Ancestor!"

The people of Pure Bliss Palace were the first to jolt awake, shouting in unison, like drowning men grabbing hold of driftwood.