The abyss of the Four Seas should have been a place of eternal, silent darkness. Yet, at this moment, this primordial cradle of the Primordial World’s water essence was filled with an indescribable, heavy grief and a sense of heroic finality. A colossal roaring sound erupted from the depths of the ley lines, like the dying wail of a primordial beast—the Sea-Pacifying Divine Needle, the massive pillar that supported the water essence of the Primordial World and maintained the peace of the Four Seas, was cracking at its base!
Deep, bone-chilling fissures, like venomous centipedes, spread frantically up the jet-black pillar. Each crack was accompanied by a screeching sound capable of tearing the primordial spirit of a Golden Immortal, followed by the violent eruption of chaotic, murky flows infused with the raw power of the water essence! The entire water network of the Primordial World shook violently. Cataclysmic waves surged through the Four Seas, and countless aquatic creatures fled in terror. The air was thick with the stench of stagnant water and the despair of the end times.
Yang Jian stood before the Sea-Pacifying Divine Needle. The majestic third eye on his forehead was wide open, its divine light like a sharp blade, fixed upon the ever-widening cracks at the base of the pillar. He had plunged his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade into the void beside him; the blade hummed, radiating a clear brilliance that suppressed all manifestations of Law, barely stabilizing the c…
Chapter 482