Hum!
The Emperor's Sword Prison stirred.
With the power of the "Cosmic Genesis" behind it, its destructive force soared countless times over.
Once the Emperor's Sword Prison filled his body, even a sovereign-level astralforce body would be torn to ash by the rampaging Sui Prison Genesis and sword-shaped symbols, vanishing like smoke into thin air.
And once deprived of its body, even a sovereign's soul would fade from the world.
Whoosh!
A fierce wind swept in.
The golden-haired man kneeling on the ground, his gaze fixed ahead, began to dissolve from the head down. He turned to dust, rose on the wind, and scattered across every corner of the world, like fallen leaves returning to their roots.
The oppressive divine might of the Sun Sovereign was utterly extinguished.
Every tremor of dread gave way to calm.
"No matter how many grudges lay between us, or how much of our fated struggle I never understood, it ends here. In some ways, I hated you. In others, I admired you. If your story is ever written, I'll see that history records all of it fairly. I'll also see that the descendants of the Order Celestial Clan receive the fairness they deserve."
After all, every living soul on this star descended from the Yanhuang Divine Race.
They had once shared the same roots.
Sometimes war was a contest of wills among those above, while common folk below were sent to die.
Since the civil war began, too many had died. Hatred and grievances had piled up without end.
Now that the sovereign was gone, the war, too, ought to end.
Li Tianming watched his figure fade. A thousand emotions welled up inside him, but they caught in his throat, leaving him unable to speak.
The man was dead, yet he would be harder