On the other side, tens of thousands of stars and ships turned dusk into noon, dimness into brilliance. The dazzling heavenly light fiercely brightened, leaving no place of shadow, nor a hint of mercy, between heaven and earth.
Using the Candle Dragon God dividing the heavens as the boundary, the boundless sky split in two.
And right on the chest of the Divine One, a young Martial Artist stood protected at the center. He looked neither at the monsters nor the multitude of immortals. He cast his eyes down inward, one hand pointing to the sky and the other to the ground. Without any divine power or magic, he naturally floated upwards, layers of Great Void causing ripples, stirring the air into vortices, and the sky brewed cloud eddies. Invisible divine power continuously expanded outward, churning a thousand miles of mist tides.
