The Great Celestial Master envisioned a future where the truth would be revealed, and his Divine Self would inevitably become the laughingstock of others. His gaze grew colder, like a knife slicing across Datantai Minghe's face: "Datantai Minghe, I won't ask why you and the Divine Abyss Wanderer have repeatedly instigated this matter. But remember, the nine Heavenly Curtain bases promised by your Longevity Association must be delivered this year, or else—"
He flicked his sleeve, pointing with two fingers, and the atmospheric pressure within three zhang of Datantai Minghe's body suddenly collapsed. A strand of his hair inwardly compressed, as if an invisible iron hoop clamped his throat, yet the blue bricks beneath his feet shattered with a web of cracks.
The simultaneous sound of lightning explosions and absolute silence enveloped the surroundings, suspending every mote of dust within ten zhang. Only the sound of Datantai Minghe's staggering retreat echoed eerily in the vacuum.
