Crack.
The entire palace seemed to freeze in time.
An overwhelming aura began to brew.
Under Fu Qingjun's gaze, the elder with white hair, staggering, stepped out of the palace,
The entire Immortal Hall resembled a high tower of academic time-space, its walls recorded with texts deducing the world, constructing time-space coordinates, densely packed, all calculations of certain fixed points.
Rumble!!
Those coordinates seemed to gradually be erased, dissipating in the palace as the palace collapsed with a thunderous roar.
Yet these coordinate markings inexplicably appeared in Bailong's mind, covering the Nascent Soul within,
The mist outside the palace was utterly silent.
There was a sense of immense incongruous serenity, a feeling of oppression, as if even the sounds of insects, plants, water, were all pressed into motionlessness.
"The Fifth Realm, Divinity Transformation..."
