In the torrents of a chaotic world.
The Celestial God's divine eye saw not the broken mountainscape, but a battlefield teeming with combat, surrounded on all sides by enemies, countless blades and spears lunging towards him.
However, the Celestial God remained unflustered.
"Disperse before me!"
Guarding his heart and mind, the Celestial God felt increasingly the difficulty of Chu Yuan.
He could sense that this was an illusion created by Soul Power combined with Divine Abilities.
His overwhelmingly powerful forces spread out, colliding with the campaign of the chaotic era.
But what caused his gaze to sharpen was the realization that this was not an illusion; it seemed to be genuinely real.
In the midst of this chaotic campaign, Chu Yuan's figure grew more majestic, judging everything indifferently. With a push of his hands, a beam of light pierced through the air.
"You're not a Celestial God; dare you attempt to turn the heavens?!"
