Heartbeat like thunder.
The crowd was dazed.
Slowly turning back.
With the shattering of the heart, the Great Witch Body, which had withered through endless ages, turned to nothingness.
Yet in the void where there should be nothing at all, a person appeared.
This person was half-squatting, with long hair flying and head bowed, seemingly a young man, his face obscured.
As confusion filled everyone's hearts, the half-squatting person pressed down with his feet, as if trying to stand up.
Then, the starry sky began to tremble.
As if when he wanted to rise, the sky had to kneel.
In an instant, all the celestial emperors felt their hearts gripped by a great hand.
Suffocation.
Pain.
Fear.
Despair.
Helplessness.
As this person slowly rose, all these feelings surged forth, almost becoming tangible, pressing them to the brink of collapse.
At the same time, the will of the Heavenly Dao of the immortal realm seemed to be collapsing.
