That gaze seemed to stem from the Cosmic Origin itself, scrutinizing him with an intangible force. It was as if a voice was interrogating him, asking why he possessed such overwhelming power.
Collapse. He distinctly felt how, just moments ago, his body that had seemed incomparably powerful, was now disintegrating within the nine-colored thunderbolts. Everything was falling apart—his body, his scales, and even his divine consciousness.
This was no longer a power that willpower alone could resist. In this instant, Lan Xuanyu fully understood the meaning of insurmountable.
Just then, all the seven-colored scales on his body transformed into a dark golden hue, halting the collapse for a fleeting moment. Immediately following that, an immense black silhouette rose from within him. The colossal figure stretched three kilometers long, its entirety pitch-black as ink. Every scale seemed to reflect darkness, yet a pair of dazzling golden eyes pierced through.
