Since that was the case, who exactly was the Sacred Song resounding throughout the world being sung for?
As he looked at Qianyi so close before him, Sunday suddenly felt fear in his heart—an intensely powerful fear.
It was not just him. Even the [Order] Path itself, which had only just begun to stir with life, was radiating fear, like a newborn fetus instinctively fearing its natural predator.
There was no doubt about it. The Sacred Song was not being sung for him. It was being sung for Qianyi!
He had yet to summon the [Order] Aeon Ena back, while the other side had already begun singing the hymn of an Aeon's descent...
With that thought, Sunday stopped holding back and immediately prepared to construct Taiyi's Dream at maximum power, awakening Ena.
However, 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 and clenched into a fist.
He threw a punch without any flashy tricks.
Sunday only felt an unstoppable, overwhelming force crashing into him. With a heavy grunt, the enormous [Philosopher's Fetus] was sent flying backward, streaking across the sky like a golden meteor. It tore through Penacony, shot out of the Astral Galaxy, and flew beyond the star system.
Every asteroid belt in its path shattered like fragile glass, fragments scattering in every direction. Uninhabited planets along the way were skewered like candied hawthorns on his "long skewer," forcibly plowing a completely safe vacuum passage across the stars.
In the end, he slammed into the celestial-scale subspace crystal wall constructed by the Amber King, barely managing to halt his momentum.
Strangely enough, after taking that punch, Sunday realized he had not suffered the slightest injury.
While he was still wondering why he