Destruction and Rebirth, Two Sides of One Coin; Calamity and Creation, Both Born of Yin and Yang

The Heavenly Evil Ancestor had fallen.

This time, his death was absolute, yet it raised not the slightest ripple across All Heavens and Myriad Worlds.

By rights, when a Pure Yang existence fell—especially Tianxie, once a Dao-Wielding Realm monarch of the unorthodox path—visions should have appeared throughout All Heavens and Myriad Worlds: a great sun hanging in the sky, blood raining across the heavens, manifestations of the Great Dao.

But Tianxie's death brought nothing.

He had been no more than a wisp of Remnant Soul that had broken free of reincarnation. When he fell, he scattered on the wind, silently and without a trace.

Yet as the Heavenly Evil Ancestor fell, more than a dozen young cultivators vanished abruptly across several Medium Thousand Worlds and seven or eight Small Thousand Worlds south of the Three Realms Great Thousand World. Ordinarily, they had seemed perfectly normal: humble, gentle, and unfailingly courteous, hailed as the hope of their sects and the future of their lineages. Not even a speck of dust remained of them, let alone a corpse.

Even in villages outside the Zhenxiao Dao Sect on Nanxiao Continent, within the Three Realms Great Thousand World, people disappeared without a trace. Some said they had found a chance to cultivate; others said they had offended Dao Sect disciples and been killed. No one knew where they had gone, and in the end, no one cared.

Just like the Heavenly Evil Ancestor's death, a gust of wind passed. What was gone was gone.

After sending the Heavenly Evil Ancestor into reincarnation, Jiang Sheng stood silently in the Dead Silence Star Sea, recalling the wonder of that sword strike. One stroke had broken myriad arts and Laws, severed Karmic Cause and Effect, and brought everything to an end.

The strike had come with extraordinary