Qin Yang waited quietly, doing nothing at all. Yet Tai Yi did not kill him.
Expressionless, Qin Yang watched as the Ten Directions Emperor, who had reclaimed the throne of Heavenly Emperor Tai Yi, launched into a wholesale slaughter.
All the human powerhouses were like chicks awaiting the butcher's knife. Tai Yi could crush heaps of them to death with a single hand.
Tai Yi seemed to lack the patience to kill them one by one, so he simply unleashed an indiscriminate attack across the map.
With one strike, the human powerhouses fell. Along with them, hundreds of millions of humans perished.
Most of them probably never even knew what had happened. The sky simply collapsed without warning, and there was no taller figure left to hold it up. All they could do was clutch their loved ones tightly before vanishing into ash and smoke in an instant.
Qin Yang knew what Tai Yi was trying to do.
He intended to forcibly bring this era to an end, to destroy all its powerhouses, inheritances, culture, and everything else.
Once the apocalypse ended and time flowed onward for several thousand, or perhaps several tens of thousands, of years—
Everything from this era would at most leave behind scattered fragments and abandoned ruins, becoming relics for later generations to seek out and excavate.
The cycle would repeat itself endlessly. As the authority Tai Yi had bestowed upon humanity became increasingly deep-rooted with the passage of time, every human would sink deeper into it.
To remove those authorities, the only possibility would be to wipe out every human completely.
Humanity would never again have a day when it could rise from the ashes.
The ceiling of their potential would be restricted beneath the level of a Dao Lord simply because they were human.