In the Divine Prime Realm, even if the Great Emperor is reborn or a demon god reincarnates, no one is his match.
The Creation True Form resembles the heavens, moving with the power of celestial wrath, who can withstand it?
Boom!
Chang Qing stands atop the clouds, his gaze descending like that of a deity.
He steps down, causing the earth to shake and the mountains to tremble.
The dense crowd of heavenly prodigies now shows boundless shock, scattering like ants.
"Impossible, what kind of witchcraft is this!"
"How can a Divine Prime be so immense, how can a human body grow to such a magnitude!"
Qing He's black hair is disheveled, utterly unruly.
He looks up in horror, fearfully gazing at the giant that resembles a god.
Among those present are many Taoist prodigies.
Yet at this moment, facing Chang Qing's assault, they are powerless to resist.
His presence is like a mountain, his actions like heavenly wrath.
