A single shout of "Kill!" twisted everything around.
For it was not merely a roar of fury. Within it lay an enormous, invisible, formless fist, visible only to Primordial Spirit thoughts.
Dharma Body? Dao Heart? Yin-Yang?
Even after a hundred thousand years, the Dao Lords present still did not understand how Si Sui had accomplished it. But they knew exactly how mighty that punch was.
When that punch was thrown, everything in sight was smashed to pieces, as though the very foundations of the entire Light Sea had been toppled. Endless explosions erupted as a result, yet they targeted nothing in the Real World and caused no destruction. Instead, they struck directly at the Dao Lords' consciousness, forcibly erasing their Primordial Spirit thoughts.
"Rumble!"
The next instant, that invisible, formless punch landed upon Sword Lord's sword, whose edge was the Light Sea itself. Fist and sword collided; the wills of Dao Lords collided with them.
In the end, the Sword Light retreated.
The supreme will contained within it cracked inch by inch beneath that invisible fist. Though it did not shatter, it lost the keen edge that could sever all things.
On the other side, the invisible fist also broke apart.
The cry of slaughter gradually faded. Sword Lord once again cast [Heavenly Dao] into False History, sealing that rift shut, then raised her head and looked toward the River of Fate.
[Variable] had changed everything.
That punch from False History was like a pebble dropped into a lake, instantly setting off countless rushing currents. The River of Fate had thus completely slipped beyond her control.
I can't kill them all.
Countless scenes of the future emerged in Sword Lord's eyes. They could not be cut away, could not be killed off. In the vast majority of them, the World