Beneath the firmament, the Mysterious Star River had disappeared without a trace.
The "Divine Dharma Aspect" summoned by Zhu Ji still dissipated a vast aura, as eternal as the god spirits of ancient times.
A host of True Gods felt the power of Zhu Ji and each privately marveled.
Tiny as a mustard seed, Pang Jian, after retracting the "God's Domain," seemed almost negligible compared to Zhu Ji at that moment.
Zhu Ji's aura was as deep as an abyss and as vast as the ocean, and from the void centered around him, a faint "ripping" sound could be heard.
Space itself seemed unable to bear Zhu Ji's power, as if it were about to tear apart and burst open numerous cracks.
As for Pang Jian, aside from the Demonic Robe which made everyone feel oppressed, there wasn't another aspect where terrifying power was displayed.
And yet, Zhu Ji, whose aura was so impressive, looked somewhat bewildered.
"Whoosh!"
