At this moment, Tian Yongheng quietly stood amidst the shattered skies of Jiangnan Region.
Endless fragments of tribulation lightning drifted around him like remnants of a destroyed heavenly punishment.
The heavens still had not fully recovered from that sword strike earlier.
Gigantic cracks stretched across the sky while violent void storms continuously surged within them.
Yet despite such terrifying phenomena, Tian Yongheng's expression had already gradually calmed.
The cold arrogance from earlier slowly receded into the depths of his eyes once more.
After all, no matter how powerful he currently was, arrogance alone could never allow someone to walk far upon the Immortal Dao.
At this moment, Tian Yongheng suddenly noticed something.
The heavens were too silent, no Ascension Light descended, and no heavenly force attempted dragging him toward the Upper Realm.
