"The celestial mountains rise, on the road of fighting for triumph; a thousand miles of mountains and rivers, a thousand miles of bones. All races crumble, all Gods perish, who in the world is the real monarch?"
The voice was resonating with a vast magnificence.
Su Yu's entire body shuddered vigorously. It was as if he had been embroiled into a spectacular divine power. He froze, unable to budge even an inch.
Su Yu had only ever felt as petty and insubstantial as an insect and and truly perceived the vastness of the world when he was faced with one person. That was the Tree God of the Ancient Bronze Trees.
Su Yu could be rendered completely immobile by taking just one look at the Tree God in the form of a sleeping woman. He still had an explicit memory of the divine power.