Chen Yuan's eyes reflected a heavy pupil, black and white reversed, as if the yin and yang of heaven and earth, and the Eight Trigrams were rotating ceaselessly.
His eyes were indifferent as he extended his hands, as pale as white jade, and grasped at the void.
Rip!
In an instant,
a spatial rift tore open, and a dozen zhang-wide crack abruptly appeared.
Upon seeing this, Heavenly Evil True Monarch's expression tightened slightly.
It must be known that Chen Yuan's all-out effort with his sword qi had only managed to tear tiny cracks in the void before.
But now,
with a mere light grasp of his hands, the void suddenly revealed a crack like a river.
Immediately after,
the space of this world began to violently tremble.
Within the black rift, a flash of light streaked by.
That was not some divine weapon or artifact left behind in the endless void.
It was Chen Yuan's index finger!
Only to see,
Chen Yuan reached into the space with both hands and slowly drew them out.
