All magical treasures in the world, even Taboo treasures, no matter how powerful they were, could not compare to the power of the gaze of the fragmented face of the god.
Because that was the sight of the god.
No matter what level of cultivation a mighty cultivator had, even if their divine abilities and Dao techniques could change the world, they still could not compare to… the fragmented face of the god in the sky.
It was a suppression of life. It was a life-and-death mark that hung above the heads of all the races in the entire Wanggu Continent.
At this moment, as the wooden box was opened and the formless and colorless light was released, the sky changed drastically. The clouds and fog rolled violently, as if they had turned into a raging sea.
There seemed to be a faint murmur that shook one's soul and body. It reverberated in the world and let out a ferocious roar of malevolence and pain.
