Ming Qi quickly located a unique location at the core of the Divine Map.
Inside the primordial nebula, he spotted a point. This point was vastly different from the Divine Map's core, yet its existence was strangely natural. The moment he saw it, Ming Qi felt as if he were witnessing a slumbering ancient beast.
Without a word, Ming Qi sent a wisp of divine consciousness through the primordial nebula, reaching for that point.
The presence of such a thing at the Divine Map's core, coupled with its strange feel, clearly indicated the mark left by a so-called great figure. Now that the Divine Map was in a state of extreme weakness, this point had been exposed.
This was, as Beishen had said, an opportunity.
The wisp of divine consciousness silently traversed the primordial starry sky and quickly touched that point.
However, the next moment, Ming Qi felt as if a sledgehammer had struck deep within his brain. The earth-shattering vibrations within his mind were so real that they sent his entire body churning with energy and blood. He even involuntarily opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
But even after the blood gushed out, the churning sensation within his internal organs didn't subside, as if he were about to vomit out his entrails.
"So powerful!"
Ming Qi gasped, not daring to try again. He quickly mobilized his entire body's vital energy, finally managing to subdue the surging energy and blood.
Unconsciously, sweat was already beading on his forehead.
"The mark laid by the great figure is a singularity. Its power is unpredictable, so it's no wonder."
A power that even the gods couldn't predict?
Hearing this, Ming Qi's heart sank. With a mark of this strength, even if he poured his full divine consciousness into it, he would likely be instantly killed.
Frustrated, Ming Qi didn't have much of a solution for the moment. The existence of this singularity felt like a time bomb buried within him, poised to explode at any moment, shattering him to pieces.
"Is there any other way?"
Knowing he had very little experience in combat at this level, Ming Qi inquired with Beishen. Beishen was a deity from hundreds of thousands of years ago, and his experience and knowledge were far beyond Ming Qi's reach.
However, Beishen's answer offered no hope, as he didn't know what to do.
Normally, when the divine diagram is extremely weak, the mark left by the great figure will also weaken. However, this didn't seem to be the case.
Since there was no immediate solution, Ming Qi abandoned the issue and simply set it aside. After all, he was still weak and couldn't possibly attract the attention of those great figures.
According to Beishen's methods, a single flick of their finger could wield the power to destroy a god.
Just as Ming Qi was rushing back alone, the previously clear sky suddenly became overcast, nearly a hundred miles ahead of him on his planned route. A massive cloud formed instantly, rapidly spreading across hundreds of meters within the next few minutes. Within the dense cloud, circles of crimson light continuously emanated outward.
On a mountaintop, ten miles away from the mysterious cloud formation, a deep crimson beam shot up into the sky, merging with the clouds above.
The beam emanated from a massive altar several meters in diameter. Ten figures surrounded the altar, surrounded by hundreds of Yan family warriors clad in fiery red armor.
On a protruding rock ahead, Yan Dongliu, the head of the Yan family, stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed in a distant direction.
The direction Yan Dongliu was looking at, if extended in a straight line, would be exactly the direction Ming Qi was heading back.
After a moment of contemplation, Yan Dongliu raised his right hand and gently waved it. A strange mirror appeared before him. Within the mirror, a vast expanse of mountains and rivers could be clearly seen. A figure soared steadily high in the sky.
This figure was Ming Qi.
Although Yan Dongliu's expression was sullen, his heart remained restless.
Mobilizing the entire Yan family to encircle the Lord of Arbitration was already unacceptable in a major state, but the deaths of Yan Kang and Yan Yian, and the deaths of the Yan family warriors, had completely dispelled his concerns.
Yan Dongliu gathered his composure, turned around, and observed the people bustling around the altar. He then glanced up at the sky, a subtle hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
Once the ritual of summoning the Talisman God begins, there's no stopping it. The family has taken this step, and there's no turning back!
The crimson pillar of light in the sky grew thicker and stronger, and the clouds in the sky expanded accordingly, doubling in size in a short moment.
"About time."
Yan Dongliu looked up at the sky again. Within the vast cloud layer, countless black auras swirled, crisscrossing crimson arcs of lightning, resembling a thunderstorm hell. From time to time, a gigantic figure could be seen swaying within.
The beautiful sky gradually darkened. Ming Qi, preoccupied, realized something was amiss when he felt the surroundings suddenly darken. He looked up and saw a massive black cloud covering several miles in radius, spewing abnormal lightning.
"What is this?"
A question subconsciously arose in Ming Qi's mind. He immediately steadied himself and stared intently at the clouds.
Clearly, this wasn't a natural formation.
Could this be something like a space-time summoning gate? Were the troops from the Tianzui Camp about to emerge?
But before he could even dispel this thought, Ming Qi suddenly sensed a powerful threat seeping out from the cloud, rapidly locking onto him.
Ming Qi's keen sense of danger prompted him to make an immediate decision. He descended rapidly, like a meteorite falling from the sky.
Ming Qi's speed was swift, but the clouds were changing even faster. Just as Ming Qi sensed the danger and began to descend rapidly, a thick arc of lightning suddenly flashed between the clouds in the sky. Then, a gap suddenly appeared in the thick, swirling black clouds, and a crimson, sky-shattering hand emerged from it, clutching Ming Qi's head.
As Ming Qi's toes touched the ground, a tremendous pressure from above surged down like a massive boulder.
Ming Qi immediately realized his decision had gone astray. He shouldn't have returned to the ground, but should have fled at full speed!
But it was too late. The massive palm of the sky-shattering hand had already pressed down, and the overwhelming pressure was so overwhelming that the ground around Ming Qi began to crack, and everything on the ground was reduced to ash in the blink of an eye.
The massive hand was within reach. Ming Qi shouted in a deep voice, and a black stone tablet flashed into existence. The next moment, Ming Qi's presence was nowhere to be seen on the empty ground. Only a black stone tablet, more than a meter tall, remained standing silently.
The massive hand striking down from the sky showed no sign of stopping. With each strike, the earth trembled, and a thousand-pound boulder was lifted from the ground!