Master of Strange Dao

Chapter 1687 - 455: Tacit Cooperation, Seabed and Ocean Floor (5k)_2

With every breath, a fragment the size of a mountain vanished into the Void, yet for the moment, the size of the once-dead world showed no significant change.The remaining parts were already vast.

The Mountain Lord followed the locations, sequence, and directions given by Old Emperor Qian, and with the first strike, the overwhelming power transformed into a blinding light.

With a slight pause, he saw that the brilliance pierced through the entire world from top to bottom.

The scattered brilliance, like two diverging curtains of light, spread in two directions from the Mountain Lord's point of impact.

Wherever the light curtain passed, it pierced through the dead world's top and bottom, slicing the largest fragment according to the size Old Emperor Qian described.

The rumbling sound echoed incessantly, and the entire world trembled, changing its posture.

In just a half-incense burning's time, the deafening roar dissipated, and the intense waves began to fall from their peak.

Old Emperor Qian transformed into a stream of light and flew out, his figure rapidly expanding into a ten-thousand-foot-tall Ancient God True Body.

He let out a low roar, placed his arms against the side of the largest fragment, and slowly pushed it, altering its direction slightly.

As that largest fragment separated from the dead world and altered its direction slightly, the entire dead world, influenced by the separation, also began to change its direction.

The colossal figure of Old Emperor Qian stood beside the fragment, yet it seemed like an ant trying to move a tree.

If not in the Void, no one could move such a massive thing.

The large fragment tilted slightly, deviating from its predetermined course, as Divine Light shone in Old Emperor Qian's eyes, calculating the direction, location, and time of this massive fragment's fall.

With Old Emperor Qian's push, numerous smaller fragments began to crumble and scatter from the large piece.

Only after confirming there was no problem did Old Emperor Qian slowly release his grip, allowing the fragment to continue flying forward.

On the dead world, Yang's gaze was deep as he held out one hand, a phantom of the Radiant Compass appearing in his palm, layer upon layer stacking together, exerting the power of the Dayan Preface to the extreme.

After his deductions and calculations, there was a ninety-nine percent probability that the largest fragment would fall to the very center of the deep sea.

The result of the Gang Wind Layer piercing the present world and rubbing against each other only caused negligible change.

Compared to the massive size of the fragment, akin to the entire Dazhen domain, this tiny change could be completely ignored.

When the bullseye is big enough, whether it's slightly left or slightly right makes no difference to the outcome.

Upon confirming no issues, Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He believed that Old Emperor Qian did not wish for the present world to be destroyed now, as its destruction was not his ultimate goal, just a means.

If one means failed, naturally another would be tried.

But Yang was still somewhat concerned that Old Emperor Qian might add a personal agenda to the process.

The largest fragment, also the first to fall, had no issues, allowing him to secretly relax.

This dead world was too vast, too vast for him to obtain enough information beforehand, and without time to explore, there was no way to determine in advance if Old Emperor Qian's plan was viable.

All they could do was judge based on human actions.

For now, it seemed there were no issues.

The Mountain Lord struck again, the exploded power forcing through and tearing the dead world, ripping out another slightly smaller fragment.

A gigantic fragment tore away from the front, floating forward, naturally slowing the speed of the dead world behind it slightly.

Old Emperor Qian said nothing, seamlessly taking over the second huge fragment.

He continued adjusting the fragment's direction, letting it follow the trajectory of the first.

Each time it was torn and pushed, many small fragments fell, becoming streams of light that merged into the long luminous tail behind, being swept toward the Void.

The entire dead world became progressively smaller, slowly, under the predetermined plan, transforming into giant fragments, crashing sequentially toward the present world.

The falling locations were all at the center of the deep sea.

From afar, in the Void, giant fragments looked like meteors with long tails lined up neatly, crashing toward the present world.

Yu Ziqing approached Yang, watching him furiously deduce and calculate, waiting quietly.

In no time, Yang retracted the complex compass that appeared in his palm and nodded to Yu Ziqing.

"No problem, they will all fall to the deep sea's center.

But after they fall, the specific follow-up impact, I cannot fully deduce."

"Let's continue to wait here."

Having done all they could, Yu Ziqing still did not trust Old Emperor Qian; he wanted to wait until the dust settled.

Time passed, and other powerhouses appearing in the Void observed the current situation from afar, remaining silent and returning to make preparations.

They prepared for the worst, ready to flee if necessary, for who could say if the outcome would be favorable.

In the present world, all major events were overshadowed by this matter; chaos was inevitable.

Yet without exception, everyone cursed Old Emperor Qian.

Even the great powers of Daqian did not attempt to hide the news; some people even fanned the flames.