A finger descended.
At this moment, Heaven and Earth separated. Behind Hong Luoyu, boundless clouds suddenly boiled and retreated to either side like the tide. Hong Luoyu took a strong breath and drifted backward, almost instantly vanishing into the layered sea of clouds.
The many Celestials urgently looked toward the Heavenly Emperor.
The appearance of the Heavenly Emperor remained unchanged, but the feeling he gave others dramatically transformed. The proud aura between his brows disappeared, replaced by shock and a surging anger. Previously, he was always indifferent, merely because he believed everything was still under his control.
Even when drawn into the duel, even when witnessing the repeated reversals of the mortal world, he remained calm, even genuinely admiring from the bottom of his heart. The reason was that he always placed himself at a higher level in this great battle, treating Heaven and Earth as the chessboard, with himself as the sole player.
