The Divine Silkworm Sect Daoist's all-or-nothing, self-destructive attack, which had drawn upon the very source of the ruins, was ultimately rendered naught, effortlessly suppressed by a great hand that reached out from the void.
The suffocating drone and destructive golden radiance that had filled the world receded like a tide.
All that remained were the devastated ruins and a deathly silence.
Having witnessed a scene that was both a divine miracle and a display of heavenly might, Qi Yun struggled to maintain his composure.
Beneath his wide sleeve, however, his right hand had uncontrollably clenched into a fist, his knuckles turning white from the sheer force.
'So this… is the might of a Golden Core True Monarch?'
The image of that colossal hand kept replaying in his mind. It seemed forged from the very Dao Principles of Heaven and Earth, yet with a single, casual strike, it had quelled a terrifying storm of power capable of annihilating a Foundation Establishment Master.
