Above the high sky, at the crack in the World Barrier.
A translucent turtle shell phantom appeared around Gui Ling Ancestor.
On the phantom were countless mysterious runes ceaselessly rotating, transforming various defensive divine powers to resist the squeeze of the World Will and contend against the relentless assault of the blood-colored thunder.
At this moment, Gui Ling Ancestor stood tall and erect, his hair white with age, but no longer bearing the frail image of an old man, nor showing any signs of senility. His slightly slouched back was now ramrod straight, his large hands gripping the sides of the World Barrier's crack, disregarding the frenzied strike of the World Will, and burst forth with incredibly powerful strength, forcibly prying the World Barrier apart.
His figure, casting down into the inner world, appeared to those powerful beings capable of seeing the World Barrier as monumental and towering like a Heavenly God.
"Ha!"
