Buzz--
Brilliant silver radiance streaked across the firmament. The sharp sword light was like a crescent moon imprinted upon the world, severing time and space, sealing heaven and earth, and cutting through fate.
Snap, snap, snap--
Violent yet crisp sounds echoed through the bottom layer of the world. They were the sounds of mysterious connections being severed one after another.
The entire world fell silent for a moment. In the vast darkness, a gigantic disk slowly rotated, isolating the mysterious connections within from those without.
The two planets that had been steadily drawing closer finally stopped their steps toward "meeting" at this moment, hanging still in the sky.
He Ao raised his head and looked ahead.
The scenes around him seemed to undergo a fantastical "overlap."
That battlefield of the past overlapped with the desolation of the present.
Then, He Ao's gaze flickered. At the very top of that severed slope, a figure seemed to be standing there, looking in this direction.
It seemed to be looking at the silver long sword in He Ao's hand, or perhaps at... He Ao himself.
At that moment, the illusion throughout the entire space abruptly vanished, returning once more to that desolate battlefield.
Bang--
At that instant, the fine cracks finally spread to every corner of the ice sword. The ice sword, which had long since reached its limit, finally shattered.
He Ao's body trembled as he looked toward the sky. The mysterious connections he had just completely cut off surged toward him once more in dense profusion.
With his current strength, he could only sever those mysterious connections for an instant.
But an instant was enough.
Those newly formed mysterious connections no longer possessed the properties of Fishing Line.
At the same time, as the ice sword shattered, He Ao could feel