The entire Netherworld began to tremble, cracks splitting open across the sky as wandering souls scattered in all directions.
Seeing this, Ye Qingzhou's expression grew solemn.
He had not expected his Sword Techniques to trigger such severe consequences. If the Solar Crown Cataclysm were to fully erupt, not only would the Netherworld be destroyed in an instant, the mortal realm would also be affected.
"It's still not too late to stop now."
The Empress forcibly endured the backlash of the Solar Crown; for once, a trace of urgency appeared in her voice. "If you and I join forces, we can still suppress the Solar Crown Cataclysm!"
Ye Qingzhou looked at the situation that was gradually spiraling out of control, then at the Empress, who was barely managing to hold on, yet he remained unmoved.
He sheathed his longsword, formed a Sealing with both hands, and the Yin Yang Qi around him turned into countless fine threads, winding toward the rampaging Solar Crown.
