The outer heaven overturns the inner heaven!
A single world suppresses a single man!
Although King Zhao's face could not be gazed upon, one could still sense it—his attention on Ruan Qin, his astonishment at the Sī Xuán Underground Palace.
"No need to see me off!"
His movements could not be caught by the eye.
Yet an indescribable power seemed to follow upon this voice and begin to affect the world.
As if it were a concept, a faith, and yet it could also be concrete down to each brick and stone, each blade of grass and tree. Those frail individuals, insignificant as motes of dust, had also once raised their heads to look upon the starry sky.
Like spring giving birth to a hundred grasses, yet also like a prairie fire sweeping the wilds.
Subtle changes in the fine rules pried at the fundamental structure of this heaven and earth, shattering the blockade at the level of rules.
The azure thunder coiled about King Zhao's body suddenly vanished into nothing!
