Beyond the Rift, Strife of Blood Descendants, God-Slaying Blade

The roar from the abyss suddenly rose in pitch. Tentacles of Primal Chaos tore through the barriers of space and bore down on the Star Alliance Headquarters like collapsing mountains. Yet Qin Wang smiled. He released the Heaven-Slicing Greatsword, letting it hang above the void passage, while his hands formed an ancient seal—the opening stance of the God Slaying Art Xu Xian had taught him at the very end.

"Night Venerable, you said chaos is the truth of the universe." The black mist in Qin Wang's right eye was forced back inch by inch by silver light. "Then let me tell you what the true path of supremacy is—"

The instant the hand seal was completed, projections of the Seventeen Realms within the Star Chain Array lit up at once. Xu Xian's figure appeared in the skies of every realm, his white robes fluttering as he pointed his sword at the abyss.

"—It is sacrifice, it is protection, it is doing what must be done even when one knows it cannot be done!"

Myriad sword lights descended like a falling galaxy. The tentacles of Primal Chaos evaporated in the silver radiance, and the void passage slammed shut. Night Venerable let out one final unwilling howl before being sealed together with the abyss into endless void for all eternity.

As the last wisp of black mist dispersed, the rising sun leaped over the sea of clouds. Golden light spilled across Qin Wang's body. The shackles etched between his brows gradually faded, while the gray-gold light in his left eye remained as bright as ever.

The Star Alliance Headquarters was deathly silent. Trembling, Zhou Mu dropped to his knees. "Welcome the Supreme One's return."

Qin Wang looked toward his palm. There lay a newly born seed, flawless and white, within which Xu