Just as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Spirit Hall were searching for Su Zui, Su Zui's consciousness was gradually sinking into oblivion.
His thoughts gradually became blurred, and finally, it seemed he entered a mysterious and profound realm.
Deathly silence, utter silence all around.
Su Zui felt as if he had detached from his physical body, from the Star Dou Great Forest, and from the entire Douluo World.
Before his eyes, there were no trees, no wind or snow.
As far as the eye could see, there was only an endless expanse of gray and white nothingness.
There is no up, down, left, or right here; no alternation of Sun Moon; no flow of time.
Su Zui felt as if this space had remained eternally silent and desolate from time immemorial to time immemorial, without ever changing in the slightest.
His consciousness floated in this chaotic void, light and airy, without a trace of reality.
The severe physical injuries, the excruciating pain of shattered bones, and the weakness from depleted Soul Power all vanished completely.
This state was not good; Su Zui disliked this feeling of emptiness.
He felt that there must be some kind of substance in this world, something supporting his body.
Instead of being like now, floating in mid-air, wandering aimlessly.
Su Zui tried to open her eyes wide.
"I see it! I see it! Where am I?"
From the previously blurred depths of nothingness, a faint, bluish-green light slowly began to illuminate.
The light was small and inconspicuous, like a firefly swaying in the wind in the dark night.
How weak was this light? It seemed that even a slight breeze could extinguish it completely.
The faint light slowly unfolded, eventually transforming into a tender, slender blade of grass.
The entire plant has only nine green leaves, which are clear and bright green with clearly visible veins. It is quietly rooted in the very center of this void and chaos.
It looks too ordinary.
Like the wild grass that can be seen everywhere by the roadside, it is so weak that it seems as if a slight breeze would break its stem.
But the next second, something unexpected happened.
That seemingly fragile little grass only swayed its leaves slightly.
Boom--!
In an instant, a terrifying sword intent that spanned eternity exploded forth.
The originally dark and desolate void was suddenly illuminated by endless azure sword light.
At this moment, in the light emitted by the grass, Su Zui finally saw clearly.
He saw that the two Sun Moons, which had hung in the distant sky for billions of years, collapsed in an instant, turning into countless tiny specks of light and dust, and dissipating into nothingness.
The vast galaxy, with countless ancient stars, one by one shattered and fell.
The brilliant starry sea was instantly reduced to ruins, all the starlight was annihilated, and the eternal time seemed to be completely severed in that instant.
With just a gentle sway of a leaf, it could cleave the Sun Moon, and annihilate the stars—what power that is!
After this sword strike, the entire chaotic void was instantly cleared away, leaving only that little blade of grass standing quietly, still firmly rooted, as if the supreme power that had just overturned the heavens was not its doing at all.
Su Zui's consciousness froze completely.
Absurd.
The scene before him was so absurd that Su Zui simply couldn't believe it.
How is this possible? How could this be?
It's clearly just a blade of grass!
How could this ordinary grass, so fragile that it could be blown down by the wind and battered by the rain, possess such terrifying power to annihilate the heavens?
Having lived in the Douluo Continent for so many years, Su Zui's thinking has gradually become rigid.
In his eyes, Soul Power and Soul Rings are progressively stronger, and strength is always linked to cultivation level and physical size.
Plants and trees, small in size and devoid of any Soul Power fluctuations, are destined to be humble and weak.
This is the natural order of things, an unchanging iron law.
But what he saw before him shattered all the beliefs he had held for so many years.
Such outrageous power could never exist in this world.
Su Zui desperately searched for his memories, subconsciously comparing them to the ultimate combat power in the world as he knew it.
In the Douluo Continent, the pinnacle of combat power is Qian Daoliu, Level 99 Limit Douluo.
That was the strongest thing in the world that he had ever seen and experienced firsthand.
Qian Daoliu, who is in charge of the Spirit Hall and can mobilize the Angel Divine Power, can suppress everyone with his every move.
Su Zui remembered the scene when Qian Daoliu demonstrated his strength to him.
With a casual strike, he could tear apart mountains and shatter towering rock formations; such power was already the limit of human capability in Su Zui's understanding.
Crashing mountains and splitting seas, moving mountains and filling peaks—this is the ultimate limit of the Douluo Continent, the level that Douluo can reach.
But compared to the power of that little blade of grass just now, it's utterly laughable insignificant.
Qian Daoliu's strongest attack could at most cleave a mountain or sever a river.
That single blade of grass, with a single leaf, can shatter the Sun Moon, destroy the stars, and annihilate the heavens!
This is not even a force of one dimension!
Even if Qian Daoliu to go all out, even if he burned away his millions of years of divine essence, exhausted all his foundation, and devoted all his cultivation, he would still not be able to touch the edge of this power.
Mountains and rivers are but dust and ants before the stars, the Sun Moon.
Could it be that the grass just now displayed the power of the Deity?
Could it be that the delicate little blade of grass, like the Angel God, is also a god from the Divine Realm?
The more Su Zui thought about it, the stronger the sense of absurdity became in her heart.
He stared intently at the small blade of grass standing quietly in the void, his brow furrowed and his mind churning.
Can a mere blade of grass become a god?
Although Su Zui didn't want to admit it, what had just happened was truly right in front of him.
The desolate stillness of the Sun Moon shattering, the bleakness of falling stars, the deathly silence of the broken Great Dao—that supreme pressure that spans eternity is something that cannot be achieved in a dream.
After all, a mere illusion can never possess such a profound and Divine Soul -stirring sense of reality.
At this moment, Su Zui's thoughts were caught in a contradiction.
Reason told him that a blade of grass could not defy the heavens and destroy the heavens, nor could it possess the power to annihilate all the heavens; this would violate all the common sense of martial arts in the world.
But one's own perception is infallible; it is all real, an absolute scene that actually happened.
Just as Su Zui was lost in thought, a Daoist aura suddenly rippled around him.
In a daze, Su Zui seemed to see a majestic figure standing upstream in the long river of time, quietly observing him.
Su Zui reached out to touch it, but couldn't touch it at all; it was as if everything was just a mirage.
Just then, a faint voice slowly resounded deep within Su Zui's Divine Soul.
The sound didn't seem to come from the outside world; it seemed to emanate from the very source of his Divine Soul.
Su Zui couldn't make out the timbre of the voice; he couldn't even tell if it was male, female, or young.
However, this voice possesses an indifferent and transcendent quality, as if it has a profound understanding of the past and present and a commanding view of all things.
That was the ultimate tranquility that emerged after countless eras collapsed and countless universes were destroyed.
"You think it's ridiculous?"
"Do you think a mere mortal herb is unworthy of wielding the power to slay stars, destroy the moon, and overturn the heavens?"