The Dragon God Palace is no longer in existence.
Within a radius of a hundred thousand zhang, all the Fairy Mountains have turned to ashes.
The Soul Ghost Pearl secretly unleashed by Gui Ying contained the power of War Without Limits, which is why it was so terrifyingly powerful.
Seeing the Dragon God Palace vanish without a trace, everyone was dumbfounded.
"Are we in the wrong place? Where is the... the palace?" Liu Qingyang asked in astonishment, his body stiffened.
"Am I seeing things? Where did the Dragon God Palace go? Did someone obliterate it?" Zhang Junlan stared wide-eyed in a daze.
Ling Xiaoxiao widened her beautiful eyes, stunned and asked, "Brother Feng, where is the... the Dragon God Palace? Why is it gone?"
"This is where the Dragon God Palace should be, but I donât know what happened. The entire Fairy Mountain has disappeared." Bai Litian frowned.
Everyone quickly recalled the appearance of the Dragon Venerable, and Feng Wuchen had everyone hide in the Qiankun Tower. Later, they appeared above the Divine Tower; something must have happened during this time.
At this moment, everyoneâs gaze turned to Feng Wuchen.
"Buzz buzz!"
Feng Wuchen, channeling the power of time, unleashed an overwhelmingly powerful force, saying, "The Dragon God Palace has been destroyed by Gui Ying."
"So it was," Feng Qianyang sighed softly.
Bei Dou Yan gritted his teeth in anger, "Hmph! Serves them right to be obliterated by Dantong!
With a wave of his hand, Feng Wuchen unleashed an extremely powerful force.
A massive energy vortex appeared in the void. Under the cycle of time, everyone could visibly see the disintegrated Dragon God Palace gradually being restored bit by bit.
The scene was very miraculous, extremely visually striking!
Seeing the Dragon God Palace restored to its original state, everyone cheered excitedly.
Feng Wuchen waved his hand again, and the Qiankun Tower flew into the sky, instantly transforming into a giant pagoda.
"Big Brother Feng, Iâm going back to cultivate now." Liu Qingyang said excitedly, being the first to enter the Qiankun Tower, followed by Zhang Junlan and the others.
Having experienced this battle, Liu Qingyang and the others witnessed too many powerful figures, feeling a heavy blow, yet also igniting a strong desire for intense cultivation.
At this moment, Feng Wuchen felt no happiness, but he was secretly relieved to possess the power of time; otherwise, the Dragon God Palace could not have been restored in an instant.
"Brother Feng, whatâs wrong with you?" Sensing Feng Wuchenâs slightly melancholic expression, Ling Xiaoxiao asked softly.
"Nothing, just feeling a bit tired." Feng Wuchen smiled gently, always so tender to Ling Xiaoxiao, never wanting her to worry, no matter the circumstances.
"Chen Er, if youâre tired, just rest well." Xiao Qingqing said with concern.
"I understand, mother." Feng Wuchen replied with a slight smile.
Watching everyone leave, the smile on Feng Wuchenâs face gradually faded.
"If today I had strong enough power, none of the threats would be a threat; the people of the Dragon God Palace would not be in danger, and Dantong would not be threatened because of me, nor would I waver because of Qianhunâs words. It all boils down to my strength being too weak!" Feng Wuchen thought to himself, appearing expressionless but feeling intensely self-reproachful.
Indeed, if Feng Wuchen had enough power, he could have completely annihilated the Great Main Godâs group. Without them, he could still confront the Temporal-Spatial Divine Realm.
"Kid, feeling powerless, arenât you? Feeling dissatisfied, arenât you? Think youâre useless, donât you?" The cold laugh of the Chaos Blood Demon suddenly echoed.
"..." For the first time, Feng Wuchen didnât know how to respond.
The Chaos Blood Demon, as an ancient fierce beast, saw through Feng Wuchenâs powerlessness and dissatisfaction at a glance.
After a long silence, Feng Wuchenâs eyes filled once more with confidence, a grin on his face: "The more powerless I feel, the more dissatisfied I am, the harder Iâll strive to cultivate. Control over oneâs destiny lies in oneâs own hands, right?"
After saying that, with a thought, Feng Wuchen vanished into thin air.
After this battle, the Seven Divine Realms would enter a brief period of peace and tranquility.
...
Great Main Godâs Divine Palace.
The great hall was dead silent, filled with an eerie atmosphere, a deathly stillness that was terrifying.
The gravely injured Great Main Godâs face was pallid and exceedingly gloomy, anyone could see the extent of the Great Main Godâs rage.
Unfortunately, in this battle, the Great Main God lost.
Among the Seven Great Main Gods, elders, and other powerful figures, no one dared to speak, each keeping their heads down, not daring to look up.
"Qianhun is still alive, indicating those two old monsters are also alive. Had it not been for Qianhunâs appearance today, we might not have escaped unscathed; Dantongâs strength is unbelievably terrifying," Zhaixingchen suddenly spoke, breaking the dead silence in the hall.
"In that battle years ago, who wouldâve thought they would survive, though they obviously were already..." Protector Bai Xiaotian frowned, but did not finish his sentence.
The silent Great Main God glanced towards the Soul Bodies of the Seven Great Main Gods, speaking gravely: "Spread the word; for the time being, do not provoke Feng Wuchen."
Without surpassing Dantong in power, even the Great Main God dared not provoke Feng Wuchen again.
"Yes, Great Main God!" the Seven Great Main Gods answered respectfully.
"Go and heal," the Great Main God waved a hand.
War Without Limits immediately reported, "My lord, Iâve just received word that due to the Spatial Ring and the Nitian Divine Pearl, none of the subordinate forces across the domains came to aid us. They donât wish to make an enemy of Feng Wuchen."
"It seems the days of living comfortably have made them forget brutality," the Grand Commander Yin Yang Xuemie said chillingly.
The Great Main God didnât reply, waving his hand for everyone to withdraw.
The Spatial Ring and Nitian Divine Pearl had already driven the major powers of the Seven Divine Realms mad; would they dare to oppose Feng Wuchen?
Now with the Great Main Godâs defeat, the news was spreading like wildfire.
It wonât be long before all of the Seven Divine Realms know of Feng Wuchenâs terror, and to oppose him would surely be courting death.
...
"Waving a hand to turn tens of thousands of powerful beings to ashesâwhat sort of terrifying powerhouse could do that? Could it really be true?"
"Did the Great Main God lose the battle? Who could defeat the Great Main God? What a joke! The Great Main God is an unbeatable presence, itâs impossible for him to be defeated. Be careful with your words, or youâll risk your life!"
"Itâs absolutely true! The entire Main God Realm has been transformed beyond recognition; reportedly, the Great Main God was severely injured in less than five moves!"
"What ancient powerhouse? Transcendent Saint Realm? Whatâs going on?"
"Ancient powerhouses answering to the Honored Elder Delegate of the Divine Tower? The Honored Elder Delegate is terrifying!"
"Spread the word! Anyone daring to offend the Honored Elder Delegate of the Divine Tower will bear the consequences, and will be expelled from the Divine Palace!"
As the news spread across the Seven Divine Realms, it shook the entire realm; countless factions and cultivators were filled with dread, their hair standing on end.
With the dissemination of this news, Feng Wuchenâs fearsome reputation spread like that of a hellish demon, instilling terror in countless cultivators.