C985 The Impossible Thing

Ye Xiangyang gazed at the silver needle drifting down from the heavens. No larger than an embroidery needle, it shimmered with a radiant glow, embodying a supreme power capable of piercing the heavens, shattering the cosmos, and annihilating all in its path.

With a mere extension of his hand, Ye Xiangyang could have easily claimed it, yet he refrained. Palms pressed together