At the mont when that terrifying visage shrouded all of Oranck, Lu Yan clearly sensed a supre noble will, like an invisible shackle locking him tightly.
This will was so vast and majestic, it felt like the wrath and judgnt of the entire world, leaving him without the slightest thought of resistance.
Imdiately, Lu Yan was shocked to discover that the flow of ti around him seed to be reversing in an incredible way.
It wasn’t real ti reversal, but rather that great will from the Storm God was forcibly retracing everything that had happened to him.
His mories, his experiences, all the secrets he hid, at this mont, were laid bare layer by layer like an onion, unguarded before the will of the one and only of this world.
"This is bad!"
Alarm bells rang in Lu Yan’s mind, and he frantically stirred the Magical Power within him, trying to mobilize the power of the Emperor’s Dharma Aspect, even attempting to invoke the still-forming order of the Divine Court and Underworld, in hopes of resisting this destructive will’s probe.
However, all was in vain.
Lu Yan’s mid-Nascent Soul level cultivation, the incomplete Divine Court and Underworld he controlled, and even that transcendent Emperor’s Dharma Aspect, were as insignificant as dust in the face of the great will of a true only one of this world.
That will, like an unstoppable torrent, easily crushed all his defenses, delving deeper into the origin of his soul, as if intending to see through him completely from inside out.
At the mont the only one of this world descended, everything seed predestined.
All his disguises, all his calculations appeared pale and powerless in the face of absolute strength.
Yet in the next instant, a sudden change occurred!
A beam of dazzling, indescribable sword light seed to traverse endless ti and space and the river of Lu Yan’s own mories, appearing unexpectedly in this world.
That sword light was so sharp, it pierced through the cause and effect of all heavens and worlds, ignoring the boundaries of past, present, and future, ubiquitous.
"Hiss!"
A barely audible tearing sound was heard.
The supre noble and great will, which was backtracking Lu Yan’s mories, was as fragile as thin paper before the sudden dazzling sword light, which slashed and extinguished everything in an instant.
Together with the secrets and mories being backtracked, they perished and dissipated under the domineering sword light, turning into nothingness.
Above the sky, that massive visage ford by storm suddenly froze.
In those eyes akin to black holes, for the first ti, there appeared a trace of incredulous astonishnt.
He clearly sensed the terror of that dazzling sword light, and the cold fact that his own great will was completely extinguished.
The Storm God fell into a brief silence.
He could feel that although the sword light was extrely sharp, it was not aid at His true form, more like an insignificant ripple, a warning from a distant past tiline.
The sword light’s implied aning warned Him that further probing could lead to unforeseen consequences, possibly even triggering a dreadful disaster that threatened His own existence.
His gaze fell once again on the tiny human below, who earlier appeared to Him as insignificant as an ant.
At this mont, Lu Yan still stood there with a calm expression, as if the thrilling confrontation of wills just now had nothing to do with him.
The contempt and disdain in the Storm God’s eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by so heaviness and a hint of intrigued interest.
"Interesting..."
A grand and majestic voice, like rolling thunder, descended from the heavens, making all of Oranck tremble slightly under the words of the deity.
"As an incarnation, you barely have the qualification to converse with this God!"
No one knew the tumultuous waves rising within Lu Yan at that mont, despite his seemingly calm exterior.
He was exerting all his strength to suppress the horror in his heart, as well as the instinctual fear within living beings towards the only one of this world.
Even though he narrowly escaped the Storm God’s initial probing by relying on the residual power of that Eternal World sword, an overwhelming sense of dread still flashed in his heart.
Although the enigmatic versions of the only one of this world all stemd from ancient dominion, even as the dominion was usurped, the only one of this world remains singular.
The Positions of the Seven Great Gods are sufficient to glimpse the truth of that version.
Their wills have, to so extent, already surpassed the Rule Dao of this world.
Just with a thought, they can discern the essence and vanity of everything within the version.
Although Lu Yan is not a native being of this enigmatic version, in the absence of a fully ford Divine Court and Underworld, and with his own Position far from reaching the level of the only one of this world, he cannot resist such probing from a higher level of will.
If the Storm God discovered that he, as the so-called Emperor Fengdu, is not the only one of this world, and that the Underworld he painstakingly built is rely a magnificent shell, what awaited him would be a thunderous suppression, with no chance of escape.
Upon realizing the Seven Great Gods would awaken prematurely, Lu Yan already began contemplating counterasures, preparing to obscure the truth.
But he knew well that due to the imnse disparity in Positions, any active resistance would be futile.
His only path to survival was to borrow power!
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