The temple was empty.
The silence between heaven and earth was somewhat abnormal.
Wang Jixuan's curses still echoed beside and within the hearts of the experts from every faction. They were hardly stirring or uplifting, nor did they give these experts any twisted pleasure. There was only tit-for-tat confrontation here, with neither side willing to yield.
Sword Nine, who had struck from high in the sky, calmly put away his sword.
Sword Nine gave a disdainful snort without saying anything, then vanished.
As Brahma's faint phantom disappeared, the entire temple sank into a stifling atmosphere.
Wang Jixuan secretly sighed in relief, directly evaporating the faint cold sweat on his back. Yet his outward expression remained composed, as though everything was within his control and victory was assured.
Suddenly, a voice transmission reached Daoist Wang's ear.
The transmission seemed faint and indistinct. It was sent by the Heavenly Dao Worm Brahma from somewhere unknown:
"Negotiations have broken down, haven't they? I came personally, yet since this is how it is, we can only fight to the death... I appreciate you very much. Black Obsidian is merely your replacement, and you should have realized that as well...
"If the Material Universe suffers catastrophic damage or even destruction in the future, you must bear a small portion of the responsibility too.
"You have left me with no path of retreat, forcing me to do this... If not for Peony's threat, I would have killed you outright. But now, we are trapped in a game like crossing a single-plank bridge.
"You call me trash, but aren't you the same? You cannot protect anything.
"Wang Jixuan."
The three words "Wang Jixuan" seemed to become a demonic chant, endlessly circling Wang Jixuan's ears.
Daoist Wang shook his head forcefully and erupted with Primordial Spirit Power, finally