The fist woven from Heaven and Earth Silk, becomes the force that renders Shen Wushuang shocked and unable to respond in time.
This fist has a name—Holy Pattern.
"Holy Pattern?"
"This, what is this..."
"Holy... Could it possibly be related to a Saint?"
"Are you kidding, Xie Tian is still in the context of Unity of Self with Heaven and Earth, falling short by three major realms!"
...
While confusion reigns among Upper Realm cultivators, those of the Lower Realm continue their discussions.
But such a stark contrast only illustrates how terrifying the words 'Holy Pattern' truly are.
Zuoqiu Dan, repeatedly startled, now looks bewildered.
Yet his thoughts surge like a violent ocean.
"Cross Small Heaven, breakthrough Initiatory Realm, merge Dao Fruit with Dao Spring, Dao Spring brews Hong Meng, Hong Meng evolves rules, rules alter Heaven and Earth, Heaven and Earth steal Heavenly Dao..."
His muttered words represent the arduous path of the Initiatory Realm.
