With his palm facing upwards, Chaotic Primordial Qi gathered, as if lifting a universe that was just beginning to form.
He ignored the piercing screams that corroded the Divine Soul, the overwhelming sea of filthy blood, and did not consciously resist the invisible Curse Power.
He simply flipped his palm, gently pressing downwards.
In an instant, the Space-time Laws solidified, followed by a resonant tremor.
It was as if the Power of Heaven Collapse from a Great Universe ready to overturn surged violently from Chu Zheng's palm, imbued with the Returning to the Origin True Intent, directly heading towards the three Ancient Ancestors.
The soul-shaking sound waves, like a mud bull disappearing into the sea, were assimilated by the Chaos, instead replenishing the consumed Divine Sense of Chu Zheng.
