Chapter One Hundred Sixty-Seven: Ten Battalions

With a roar, the divine artifact of the Void shattered.
The heavens and the earth fell silent.
Not a single sound could be heard.
Countless gazes focused on the man in white.
His face was cold, his eyes were like stars, and he was draped in white.
He was like a celestial being descending to the mortal realm, his gaze piercing the vast void.
The wind and clouds surged, the spiritual energy of the heavens and earth trembled.
A terrifying aura erupted from his body, shaking the entire world.
He stood tall and straight, like an unyielding mountain, his presence overwhelming.
The shattered fragments of the divine artifact swirled around him like starlight.
He raised his hand, and the fragments of the divine artifact gathered, forming a miniature realm within his palm.
Within this realm, mountains and rivers, sun and moon, everything was present.
It was as if he held the entire world in his hand.
He lowered his head, his gaze penetrating the void, looking down at the vast earth.
His voice was like thunder, resounding throughout the heavens and earth.
“Who dares to challenge the heavens?”
His words were filled with unparalleled arrogance and dominance.
His power was beyond imagination, capable of shattering the void and holding the world in his hand.
He was the embodiment of power, the lord of the heavens and earth.
Beneath his gaze, all beings trembled, all things submitted.
He was the ultimate existence, the one who stood above all.
The world was silent, only his voice echoed.
He was the unrivaled expert, the one who defied the heavens.
His legend had just begun.