Song Ci's pupils contracted.
The moment the youth looked towards him, he felt his blood run cold; the boiling, burning solar furnace was merely glanced at, and it began to extinguish gradually…
Chains appeared out of nowhere, binding him tightly. He could neither dodge nor move, like fish on the chopping board, completely at the mercy of the young man on the Iron Throne.
In this Spiritual World.
The God of Wine's Throne was the unrivaled ruler.
The young man in a moon-white robe looked utterly calm, his fingers slowly closing until he had the token in the palm of his hand, then he pulled his hand out from Song Ci's brow.
After the token was removed.
Song Ci lost consciousness.
Indeed, from the moment that purple radiance erupted, all the Transcendents within the Divine Domain, who were not bolstered by Divine Power, found their thinking seized up in stagnation.
Even Zhou Jiren, Gu Zhi, and Gu Nanfeng, these Titled powerhouses, were no exception.