Within the valley, the smoke and dust gradually dispersed.
Golden Saint and Ao Qing's faces remained pale, but their eyes were filled with shock.
They knew their Emperor was strong, but they never imagined he could be so overpowering—to traverse millions of miles across mountains and rivers and to utterly suppress a deity-level Buddha with a single palm.
"Thank you, Emperor..."
Ao Qing slowly stood up, straightened her robe, and bowed deeply in the direction of the Celestial Emperor Palace.
...
Above the dome of the Central Demon Realm.
Within the deepest Cultivation Secret Chamber of the Celestial Emperor Palace, the Primordial Qi had already transformed into a tangible chaotic torrent, swirling slowly around a central figure.
Chen Sheng sat cross-legged in the center of the chamber, slowly opened his eyes, his gaze deep like chaos, then closed them again, as if the act of suppressing the Buddha across millions of miles was just a trivial matter.
