A single cry of "Kill!" turned everything around.
For within that cry was not merely a roar of fury, but an immense, invisible, intangible fist that only Primordial Spirit thoughts could see.
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 full well just how mighty that punch was.
The instant the punch was thrown, everything in sight was smashed apart, as though the very foundations of the entire Light Sea had been toppled. Countless explosions erupted, 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, intangible fist struck 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 within it cracked inch by inch beneath that invisible fist. Though it did not shatter, it lost the sharpness that could slay all things.
On the other side, the invisible fist also collapsed.
The cry of slaughter gradually faded. Sword Lord once again cast [Heavenly Dao] into False History, sealing that rift shut, before raising his head to look toward the River of Fate.
[Variable] had changed everything.
That punch from False History was like a pebble falling into a lake, instantly blasting up countless torrents. The River of Fate had thus completely slipped from her control.
It can't be killed off.
Countless scenes of the future emerged in Sword Lord's eyes. They could not be cut apart, could not be exterminated. In the vast majority of them, the World Honored One returned to the position