All Under Heaven.
On Earth.
Both became verbs.
During this time, Xiao Mo filled Bai Jing's vacancy. Moreover, he did not withdraw "Lotus Threads," one of his Natal Flying Swords, and continued drawing that celestial body from beyond the heavens here to "fill the blank."
A star slowly revealed its astonishingly enormous outline. It was as though the mortal world had gained another black sun and moon. Yet the closer this star drew to that golden line, the more it gradually shrank. By the time it stood before the golden line of "All Under Heaven" like a tiny precious pearl, the heavenly Dao truly pressed down upon their heads. At terrifying speed, it ground away at Xiao Mo's colossal true form and surging Sword Intent. The incomparably resilient true body of an ancient Great Demon, the profound Dao power of a Fourteen Realms pure Sword Cultivator—yet they were still so fragile.
"Lotus Threads," his Natal Flying Sword, suddenly shattered, and the star began to collapse. Xiao Mo could either endure to the bitter end, suffering Realm Drops layer upon layer until he finally became Cataclysm Ash and scattered through the mortal world. Even then, he would only delay "All Under Heaven" for a brief moment, unable to alter the tragic final outcome. Or he could withdraw early from this golden "heavenly Dao" of Heaven and Earth Connection and perhaps preserve some of his realm. Others might have chosen differently, but Xiao Mo, who had followed in "Bai Jing's" footsteps by scattering his Dao, remained composed. As the head of his true form tilted askew and his battered neck was about to be crushed apart, he lowered his gaze toward the mortal world.
He could no longer speak through Inner Voice. To maintain the "propping up of heaven" with his true