Allowing the Yang-Keeping Devil to see everything outside, yet still remaining in a blocked state, still unable to do anything.
The massive body of Old Emperor Qian stepped forward, and soon, he walked in mid-air, leaving this dead world.
At the moment he stepped out of the dead world, he turned his head, spreading his arms wide, supporting the edge of this dead world.
He shouted in a deep voice, and from his grayish-white skin, a peculiar rhythm emerged, the skin's dense cracks combining into countless natural patterns containing the logic of heaven and earth.
His hands seemed to merge with the earth, slowly, in this silent, deathly quiet world, the ground started to tremble, barren peaks began to collapse, and large cracks appeared.
At the world's edge, countless rocks crumbled, countless fragments like small islands fell, constantly dropping into the Void.
Old Emperor Qian's power erupted to the extreme, as if drawing infinite strength from his ten-thousand-foot tall body.
