Yang Yan continued to fly upward, finally seeing the full picture of the handprint.
The handprint covered an area of hundreds of thousands of miles, with numerous vast cracks appearing around the battlefield.
Those cracks were bottomless, seemingly connecting the whole continent.
Around it, the void cracks continuously flickered, emitting an unsettling aura.
That palm strike almost shattered the battlefield.
Suddenly, Yang Yan felt a splitting headache.
At this moment, the Sea of Consciousness within Yang Yan shook violently, turning turbulent.
Yang Yan's Primordial Spirit transformed into a light and shadow, appearing in the Sea of Consciousness, only to see a small island slowly emerging from the depths of the sea, growing a plant with two leaves.
Around it, countless illusions constantly shifted, occasionally revealing scenes of worlds perishing and galaxies rising and falling, accompanied by the sound of the Dao echoing.
Yang Yan was greatly astonished.
