Without a doubt, the Sacred Song was not singing for herself, but for Qianyi!
He had yet to summon the Aeon of Order, Ena, back, while the other side had already begun singing a sacred hymn for an Aeon's descent...
At that thought, Sunday held nothing back. He immediately prepared to construct Taiyi's Dream at maximum output and revive Ena.
Yet just as he was about to act, Qianyi appeared before him. His left hand pressed against Philosopher's Fetus's face, while his right hand slowly rose, fingers curling into a fist.
He threw a punch, without any flashy embellishments.
Sunday only felt an overwhelming, irresistible force crash into him. With a heavy grunt, the enormous Philosopher's Fetus was sent flying backward like a golden meteor, tearing through the sky, blasting out of Penacony, and leaving the Astral Galaxy.
Everywhere it passed, asteroid belts exploded like fragile glass, fragments scattering in all directions. Uninhabited planets along its path were skewered like candied hawthorns on its "long skewer," forcibly plowing an absolutely safe vacuum passage straight across the starfields.
In the end, he slammed into the celestial-scale Subspace Crystalline Wall constructed by the Amber King, barely managing to halt his retreat.
Strangely enough, after taking that punch, Sunday found himself completely uninjured.
Just as he was wondering why he seemed to have suffered no injuries at all, a crisp cracking sound suddenly rang out beside his ear.
Crack!!
The eggshell formed from the Harmonic Choir as its base, woven together by the powers of the Paths of Order and Harmony, instantly shattered into powder. It dispersed as Imaginary Energy, leaving behind only its core—Sunday.
"How... is this possible..." Sunday's mind went blank, as if that punch had stopped even his thoughts.
"Don't worry. I specially planned the route. It didn't even hit