At this moment, an unprecedented pressure gathered and descended from the universe.
It seemed like something was approaching, making every living being within the universe feel as if a true cosmic presence was arriving, with a pressure akin to nature's wrath, as if the Celestial Dao was descending upon the world, gazing coldly at them, close to their faces.
"You are..."
"What exactly are you...thing??"
Celestial Venerable Wen Ce stared blankly at the Immortal Venerable before him.
On its body, it seemed to hear the roar of the world, flames, mudslides, wind sound, water sound, black holes swirling, stars falling, every living and non-living thing, even including himself, converged into a massive torrent of will, surrounding the body of the little horn that had lost wisdom.
This was a collective of will, a dead thing without death.
This is the Celestial Dao,
"This is close to the Great Dao."
"How did you do it?"
