As Ye Xiaofan stepped onto the summit of Array Peak, he was so overwhelmed by the scene before him that he could hardly speak.
In the firmament above the Array Peak, an endless sea of elemental power of heaven and earth had gathered, becoming so dense it was almost tangible.
No, it truly was tangible; within the firmament at the summit of Array Peak, the immense power of heaven and earth had condensed to a visible, embodied state, as if its descent would herald the end of the world, rendering the entire Divine Peak nonexistent.
But that was not what shocked Ye Xiaofan the most; what astounded him was that all the flowers, grass, and trees at the summit of Array Peak were covered in ancient formation patterns, exuding a world-destroying aura.
The distant shrubs, the green leaves at his side, even the patches of grass underfoot, resembled array flags standing solemnly against the wind, leaving a profound impact.
