In the depths of the Wuwang Void, within that starfield which had just endured an earth-shaking battle and now lay utterly reduced to ruins, the Grand Derivation Void Hall's headquarters—the once-majestic great hall that had overlooked the outer realms for endless ages—had now completely become dust of history. As the final high-dimensional defensive formation shattered inch by inch with a turn of Chu Qing's hand, dissolving into points of void light that filled the sky, this intense battle beyond the realms finally came to a brief and tranquil pause.
The Eternal Heavenly Palace hovered quietly above the highest reaches of the Grand Derivation headquarters' ruins. After a succession of fierce cross-realm slaughters and dimensionality-reduction strikes, this supreme heavenly palace, evolved at last from Stone Ridge Immortal City, had not suffered the slightest damage. Instead, it absorbed every scrap of the immense residual high-dimensional karmic source power scattered around it, its entire form flowing with ever gentler, more restrained violet-gold divine radiance. At the palace's summit, the evening breeze drifted slowly by, carrying the distinctive aura of the outer starry sky—faint ancient stardust mixed with currents of void wind—and whipped Chu Qing's long robes until they snapped and fluttered.
Looking out, the Grand Derivation Void Hall, once so arrogant and unbridled, so lofty that it looked down upon all beneath it, had not even a single intact roof tile left behind. The few surviving core high-dimensional stewards of the Grand Derivation Void Hall knelt pale-faced amid the wreckage, trembling from head to toe. When they looked at the white-robed figure standing atop the Heavenly Palace, nothing remained in their eyes but endless despair and submission.
One surviving deputy hall master knew his end had come. He gave a miserable smile and, with the last thread of his strength, hurled a desperate,