The lifelong accumulation of the Saint Ancestor was unleashed at this moment, poured onto the Dragon-faced Cultivator.
Endless divine texts were intricately connected, each word containing powerful will and different rules, forming a complete golden chain.
And those countless scrolls of ink paintings merged with the chain.
In an instant, it was like an old-fashioned film projector displaying reels, pulling out scenes that surrounded the Dragon-faced Cultivator, all attacking the center where he stood.
Endless divine light erupted, making the place where he stood resemble the center of an aurora, dazzlingly beautiful to the extreme.
One could not see what was happening within, only feeling a sense of intoxication.
Seeing the terrifying divine texts and imagery attacking himself, even the Dragon-faced Cultivator's expression darkened.
This scene involuntarily reminded him of unpleasant memories.
