Chen Yuan swept his long spear, clanging densely like rain, sparks shining.
His gaze was majestic; this Divine Skill was the creation of celestial mechanisms, shifting at will, the killing intent shapeless, cannot be trapped for long within it.
But he does not fear.
The heavens unleash their killing intent, and so does he.
He shook his long spear, scattering the yellow leaves that accompanied it, and with a shake toward the starry sky, the surrounding Zhou Tian grew cold, and the void trembled greatly.
Countless yellow leaves transformed into a giant vortex,
"Moving Stars and Changing Dipper!"
As these four words fell, the stars of the Star River in the sky blazed, across the remote cosmos, yet at this moment, were instantly brought closer, becoming incomparably clear.
