"Your Immortal Realm?"
Chen Ze's voice was calm and unruffled, yet it rang through the depths of Immortal Emperor Ling Yu's soul on the verge of collapse like the first wisp of Dao sound at the birth of the universe.
"It was merely a somewhat larger grain of sand amid chaos's evolution."
The instant his words fell, Chen Ze gently clenched his gathered fingers.
"Buzz!"
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no shockwave capable of destroying heaven and earth.
There was only a low, profound hum of space, as though it had come from the end of time itself.
Immortal Emperor Ling Yu's towering Immortal Emperor body, like a divine mountain and shining with undying radiance, along with the final trace of origin power he had tried to detonate, began to disintegrate and vanish inch by inch from his fingertips, like ice and snow cast into boiling water.
It was not shattering. It was not annihilation. It was "returning to origin."
His flesh, bones, soul, will, even the Immortal Emperor Dao Fruit that had entangled him for a hundred thousand years...
Every element that made up the existence known as "Immortal Emperor Ling Yu" was forcibly scattered beneath the will of the Chaos Dominator, restored to the purest and most primordial particles of Chaos Origin.
The final glimmer symbolizing Immortal Emperor Ling Yu's existence was utterly extinguished in Chen Ze's palm, becoming a wisp of pale golden chaotic airflow that merged into the purple-gold radiance flowing around him, leaving no trace behind.
A hundred thousand years of grudges. The supreme ruler of the Immortal Realm. All returned to chaos.
Silence!
Deathly silence!
The entire Spirit Realm battlefield seemed to have been paused.
The deafening collisions of immortal arts, the clangor of weapons in slaughter, the furious roars and despairing wails...
Every