Beneath the sky of the First World, the mysterious starry expanse vanished without a trace.0

Zhu Ji's Dharma Idol still radiated a mighty aura, like a divine being from time immemorial. The assembled True Gods, sensing Zhu Ji's immense strength, were inwardly astounded.0

Compared to Zhu Ji, Pang Jian, now no larger than a mustard seed after withdrawing his divine domain, seemed insignificant.0

Zhu Ji's aura was as deep as an abyss and vast as the sea. Around him, faint tearing sounds could be heard, as if space itself could no longer withstand his power, on the verge of splitting open, with cracks about to form. As for Pang Jian, aside from the oppressive presence of his black cloak, no overwhelming force could be felt from him.0

And yet, despite Zhu...0