Pan Yu’s Fierce Power

Pu Ban City, on the altar…

Nine giant cauldrons floated above Si Wen Ming's head. Clouds and smoke coiled up from the cauldrons while the natural fortune of the humankind merging into torrents, flowing into them. The nine cauldrons glowed brightly and released waves of wild and heavy powers, which boiled and surged as the space was suffused with a terrifying pressure.

This pressure had no effect on human beings, and couldn't even harm a human baby.

However, under this pressure, the group of colony world nobles who had gathered the faith power from all living beings in their colony worlds with the help of the altar, and forcibly merged themselves with the great Dao of nature of their colony worlds to break into the level of saints, felt like countless mountains were lying on both their bodies and souls, bending their bodies and suffocating them.