The heavens shook, and space-time shattered.
Energy storms raged across billions of miles of sky. Golden saintly Dao clashed violently with pitch-black chaos, sending countless fragments of broken rules flying. At times, they burst into dazzling saintly radiance; at others, they churned with demonic mists that annihilated the ages.
The defensive restrictive seals of Heavenly Passage Immortal City, stable for hundreds of millions of years, trembled layer after layer beneath the collision of those two supreme powers. Their flowing light fell into disarray. Mountains and rivers shifted across the heavens, earth veins surged, and secret realms rose and sank. The entire epoch shuddered violently beneath this cross-dimensional clash at the pinnacle.
Above the ninefold heavens, Ye Wushang stood at the heart of the darkness. For the first time, towering waves stirred in his hollow, pitch-black eyes. His age-old indifference and contempt shattered completely, replaced by utter disbelief, boundless coldness, and fury.
He had ruled the Chaos Dark Domain for hundreds of millions of years, waged war across countless lower-dimensional epochs, and suppressed innumerable native prodigies whose heaven-defying talents led them against the Dao. From peak Emperor Lords to half-step saints, from epoch overlords with immense reserves to chosen sons of destiny blessed with peerless opportunities, countless unrivaled geniuses who shook their epochs had been crushed like ants and burst like bubbles beneath his orthodox Saint Emperor authority over rules. Not one had withstood even a casual blow from him.
The shackles of rules, barren spiritual energy, and incomplete Dao Paths of lower-dimensional epochs were chasms decreed by chaos itself-dimensional gulfs that could never be crossed. Without attaining a Saint Emperor body, one could never touch true saintly Dao rules, much less confront a lower True Saint whose foundation was complete and whose authority was firmly in hand.
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