Zhang Fusheng had never seen such a scene before.
He gazed at the broken and solitary head opposite him, locked eyes with the gaze of the Supreme, and yet saw the grand scene of the heavens opening.
A myriad of different scenes of the heavens opening.
There were blurry beings standing in absolute nothingness, where time ceased, and yin and yang did not exist,
The blurred beings unfurled a scroll, and a ray of light emerged, piercing through this absolute [void],
Then there was a figure, raising an axe, eyes glaring fiercely, slashing down, the axe tore through the absolute [void],
Boundless existence spurted forth from it.
Many, many similar scenes.
Some embraced the void, from which an enigmatic drop of water was born, the water fell, transforming into all things!
There was also an old man sighing, pulling horizontally with both hands,
A piece of heaven appeared, a piece of earth also manifested.
It was these scenes, and yet not just these.
