In the five-colored, resplendent world, Xiao Ye kept moving forward, and the Star Rivers ahead grew sparse.
But each Star River grew ever more colossal.
They pierced through Heaven and Earth, and upon the Spirit Flowers condensed from them, those interwoven symbols were becoming more and more terrifying, as if they represented the will of Heaven and Earth surging forth in might, ceaselessly "attacking" Xiao Ye.
As if a mere Mortal had suddenly barged into the forbidden zone of the Divine.
Buzz!
The power of the Taichu Ancient Scripture propped open this pressure, allowing Xiao Ye to continue advancing.
"So this is finally the limit?"
At a certain moment, Xiao Ye's Soul jolted; that vast pressure descended across the void, like countless mountains suppressing down. Even the power bred by the Taichu Ancient Scripture could no longer contend with it, nearly blowing his Soul apart, frightening him into hastily stopping.
