The star's remains became destruction in its purest form.
An unstoppable energy storm swallowed everything in the Vulcan Divine Kingdom.
One by one, steel Floating Islands that had witnessed the birth of countless Divine Artifacts were stripped down to their most basic particles. None lasted even a second.
Dies Martin's shadow avatar twisted violently at the edge of the storm. The Deception Authority that formed his body proved frighteningly fragile before such raw physical destruction.
"You're insane! You've really lost your mind!"
The roar of energy tore his voice into a distorted shriek.
The self-destruction of a god's Divine Kingdom was a disaster no god of the same rank could withstand. Even a higher-ranking god would hesitate to face it head-on.
Yet Qin Chuan walked toward the heart of the storm.
He raised no shield and used no Divine Might to resist it.
The torrent of energy, powerful enough to vaporize a divine body in an instant, parted before it came within three feet of him, leaving a corridor of absolute vacuum.
He had not deflected the energy, nor had he annihilated it.
The space itself refused to let the energy enter.
Dies Martin stared. His indistinct humanoid form, made entirely of Divine Might, went rigid.
He remembered the strike Qin Chuan had used to erase Vulcan.
It was just as incomprehensible, just as far beyond the bounds of the existing system of Divine Might.
Qin Chuan did not hurry. Each step landed in the Void, yet his footing was steadier than it would have been on solid ground.
He passed through wave after wave of raging energy and finally stopped before the Obsidian Anvil.
The anvil was the only thing in the entire Divine Kingdom that the storm had not destroyed.
It was the embodiment of Vulcan's Forging Authority,