Moreover, the progress of the Refining God Dao has been continuously obstructed, preventing anyone from advancing to the Tenth Tier.
Not a significant loss, slowly cutting away a piece at a ti; he could actually accept this effect.
If it wasn't for this ongoing obstruction, had the Old Emperor Qian already advanced to the Tenth Tier, he dared not imagine what might happen now.
...
The most intense fluctuation across two eras erged within the Void, at the collision point of a dead world and the present world; indeed, the fiercest power all blood into the Void.
The fluctuation indiscriminately spreads in all directions, unimpeded, it would travel very far.
When most of the fragnts had fallen into the present world, in the depths of the Void, the dormant Seven Yin King was startled awake by the intense fluctuation.
In his old haunt, he glanced towards the direction of the present world, quietly sensing the sweeping aftermath, cautiously swallowing all the residual waves passing his old haunt into his old haunt.
Lest his old haunt blocks the residual waves, if a small portion is reflected back, soone might discover sothing here.
Those residual waves from the Void, continuously dwindling, hit parts of his old haunt, relentlessly impacting, destructing, akin to a Ninth Tier wreaking havoc here.
After ticulously sensing for a long ti, the Seven Yin King beca ever more silent.
Despite the vast distance, there's still such power here; this is not sothing he can ddle with, nor does he want to.
He just knew, decades ago, sensed sothing was gradually eroding his Dao, it's indeed a conspiracy!
If he couldn't hold back and went back, he certainly couldn't evade what's happening this ti.
Such fierce upheaval, he may not necessarily be able to evade.
If even he died, wouldn't the once All Gods be utterly annihilated?
In recent hundred years, Cha Wang died, Jiu Nian died, these Undying All Gods, still died, if he went, why wouldn't he die?
The Seven Yin King looked at the tattered old haunt, continued to absorb all the residual waves touching his old haunt, quietly watching.
Once this wave of residual waves dissipates, he would continue carrying his old haunt, venturing further into deeper directions.
No one could force him to return!
...
The imnsely chaotic deep sea, accompanied by fragnts of dead worlds plumting, began to gradually order.
Even if fragnts continuously fell from the edges midway, more than ninety-five percent of the entire dead world still successfully plunged into the present world.
Such enormous fragnts, rely transford into sea bed sea floor, certainly exceeded long ago.
In the deep sea appeared a sea floor, then within it began appearing undulating seabed mountains, continuously piling up till so massive fragnts finally ford towering peaks, broke through the sea surface.
An endless depth of the sea began to spot islands sporadically.
The most central area showed the heaviest accumulation, islands erging and then being struck down by subsequent fragnts, unable to ascend too high, thus could only expand laterally.
Initially a re island of dozens of miles expanded to hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of miles...
A new land appeared at the deep sea's center.
This land, like a stabilizer, suppressed the center of the deep sea, maintaining the existing order.
Though most of the deep sea remained chaotic as usual, it stabilized here.
Most parts of a dead world plunged here, at this mont the Ancient God couldn't change anything anymore.
...
In the Void, only the last smallest fragnt hasn't yet plunged into the present world.
It's about to completely settle.
However, at this mont, the last giant fragnt began to crumble suddenly.
Nurous cracks rapidly appeared, breaking apart from inside out.
In re monts, the last fragnt shattered into several pieces, separating.
Yu Ziqing turned to look at the Old Emperor Qian afar, still hovering steadily in the Void, seemingly oblivious to this scene.
Yang's face was grim, holding a Radiant Compass in one hand, calculating swiftly.
Mountain Lord acted the fastest, imdiately transforming into a light and chasing up.
He caught up with the largest shattered piece, striking once more, causing it to shatter again into hundreds.
Amidst the fluctuating halo, encasing nurous fragnts, he hurled them towards the deep sea.
But so slightly smaller fragnts began to touch the present world's edge.
anwhile, Yang recalculated the trajectory within three breaths.
Reaching here, those fragnts could no longer be stopped, and would definitely plunge into the present world.
Even the smallest piece, once shattered into smaller ones, could only be intercepted in the present world.
Yang spoke rapidly, his expression dark.
"The remaining fragnts, the largest three, will respectively fall towards East Zhen, West Dali, West Dadui."
Yu Ziqing imdiately understood, he glanced at the distant Old Emperor Qian.
He was right, the Old Emperor Qian indeed tampered.
Now, only the last big fragnt from the shattered dead world remains unfallen into the deep sea.
At this juncture, it's already considered settled.
The present world certainly won't be destroyed.
And this last big fragnt, tampered by the Old Emperor Qian, crumbled into four pieces at the last mont.
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