A few years later.
Standing atop a not particularly large meteor dragging a long, slender tail of flame as it sped through space.
Luohu looked at the planet in the distance, its surface covered in all manner of yellowish-brown vegetation.
He looked extremely satisfied.
Though he had merely given it a cursory glance.
He had still observed multiple wars taking place there.
He clearly saw countless tribal creatures whose social structures remained in a primitive stage brutally slaughtering one another over resources, old grudges, and new enmities.
The sight filled him with heartfelt delight...
The movements of his hands were no slower.
Before any throwing motion could be seen, the God-Slaying Spear shot forth at extreme speed. Midway, it split into tens of thousands of false forms, like a sudden rain of black meteors, piercing straight through the planet's atmosphere and descending from above amid a vast and mighty spectacle toward every chosen primitive tribe and biological settlement.
Then.
Explosion after explosion rang out, followed by unceasing earth-shaking, mountain-rending tremors.
The spectacle was so immense that even from the most desolate region on the planet's surface.
At this very moment.
One could clearly see.
In distant places everywhere.
On mountains, across plains, in the deep sea... striking black pillars of light that reached the heavens rose up from them all...
Who knew how many tons of soil and seawater were overturned and destroyed, or how many Primitive Beings who had narrowly escaped death were fleeing in frantic terror.
At this point.
Thirty percent of the planet's total lifeforms had died outright.
It was estimated that another thirty percent would die from the aftermath.
And when those black pillars of light faded away.
Specks of black fluorescence flew toward the planet's atmosphere like streaming light, merging into the currents of air