A streak of cloud swept across the pitch-black skies of Heaven, and the mountain-sized Broken Sword grew ever clearer in Lin Qiye and the others' sight.
This gigantic sword had pierced from Hell into Heaven, cleaving a savage gash several kilometers long across Heaven's land. Countless molten patterns flowed over its surface like a slanted volcano. As the three drew closer, they could even clearly see the countless angel corpses hanging from its tip.
"It actually pierced into Heaven with a single strike. Had the demons of Hell really reached such a level of power back then?"
An Qingyu gazed at the countless angel corpses at the giant sword's tip and could not help sighing.
"That was a divine kingdom with its own Divine System Origin. Strictly speaking, it was already an independent divine system. As many people in this world yearned for Heaven as feared Hell. To them, that was another kind of faith," Lin Qiye explained.
"Hell Origin..."
The three landed at the foot of the giant sword. The instant they set foot on the ground, they felt a bone-chilling cold surge from the cracks of Hell around the blade.
By now, the white ash scattered through the sky had covered Heaven's surface like a thin veil. Lin Qiye parted his lips and murmured a line of poetry. A whirlwind swept all the ash before them to either side, clearing a path toward the breach leading to Hell.
"Let's go." Lin Qiye looked back at Heaven, which was gradually being buried beneath ash. "It's time to go to Hell."
"...I know what you mean, but that sounds a little ominous."
An Qingyu spoke helplessly, walked to the breach beside the giant sword, and leaped down. Jiang Er's figure floated in right behind him.
Lin Qiye was about to