The noise ceased, the crowd froze, and Shiyu Genmi's voice froze in the air. A familiar sense of discord invaded Gongsun Ce's heart, and everything in all directions turned into bizarre black and white. The time in the Divine Capital City fell into near absolute stagnation at this moment. Yet, amidst this stillness, some could still move freely. The entrances to four consecutive grotto-heavens opened, and the sturdy Master Jings rode out on giant dragons, showering the static world with barrages of fire!
Unable to resist, impossible to evade, this was the judgment delivered by the one who ruled all phenomena, and his order was absolute will, with even time and space bowing in submission before him. Yet, amidst the black and white silence, there was a streak of color — the glow in Gongsun Ce's hand. He clenched his right fist with no hindrance, his eyes alight with golden blaze like flowing flames.
"True Heavenly Divine Mace." Gongsun Ce muttered.
