At this point, even if Heaven mounted a counterattack, it could not make them retreat; the incarnation of Heaven was naturally even less capable.
The Emperors' palms pushed forward from all directions, within the palm was the universe, the sun, the moon, mountains and rivers; it was as if a world was contained within. The sheer weight of a single hand seemed as if the sky itself was tipping, with a noticeable spatial curvature forming ahead of the palm.
Realms, Dao Fruits, Cultivation Techniques—the supreme beings all stood at the pinnacle of the current era. A mere palm strike gave Jiang Li a sense of impending doom.
Yet, his inner calm was so undisturbed, it was as if no matter the crisis, he had the ability to respond.
With divination patterns taking shape in the void behind Jiang Li, they aligned into the form of the Eight Trigrams, with the Taiji in the center marking Jiang Li's position.
