At this moment, heaven and earth were frozen in time.
Chen Yuan lifted his head, gazing at the vertical eye that appeared above the Nine Heavens, neither sad nor joyful, while the eye also looked at him with the same detachment, devoid of any emotion.
He knew what it was, the Heavenly Dao of this Boundary Domain, devoid of intellect, just and emotionless. Chen Yuan gathering the Qi Fortune of the Human Emperor was akin to seizing power from its grasp.
He had anticipated this scene long ago.
Below, a black torrent knelt in worship; above, it was a confrontation between man and heaven.
Chen Yuan didn't know how strong the Heavenly Dao's power was, but if the opponent refused to retreat, he wouldn't hesitate to fight, to test if this so-called Heavenly Dao Power could suppress him.
The fortunes of the Great Yan Empire roiled on, the breeze stirring. In just a fleeting moment, it felt as if ages had passed, slipping away quickly. Ultimately, the Heavenly Dao retreated.
