"Hahahahaha, the power of the sky, the soul of the firmament, infinite power, bestowed upon me!" At this moment, Yun Tiankong unexpectedly began reciting the most ancient chant. His recitation was rhythmical and melodious, but Xiao Qiang couldn't understand it. He realized that this likely wasn't the language of this era.
Powerful forces continuously surged towards the heavens, and cracks began to appear in the sky above. A chilling wind blew from the cracks, bringing an indescribably cold temperature. Xiao Qiang frowned and spread his hands, immediately sending countless beams of light towards those cracks. Yet, they were quickly engulfed. He understood in his heart that even saint-level beings would be extremely dangerous if swallowed into the sky domain.
He nodded, put away his smile, and said loudly, "Deserving of the Sky Master title, truly a legacy handed down from the world's destruction!"
