India.
Heavenly God Temple.
At the center of this temple floating in the sky, a four-faced, eight-armed Golden Divine Statue trembled slightly. Dust shook loose from its surface, and an indescribable aura spread outward.
On two of its four faces, the eyes opened at the same time, looking in a certain direction.
"Destruction..."
Takama-ga-hara.
The Daoist stood amid a thousand golden flowers, his eyes fixed on the Heavenly Court above as he took a deep breath.
"Origin Sword."
Boom—!!
The Heavenly Court looming above Takama-ga-hara trembled slightly, and dense immortal mist billowed forth.
A strand of golden thread drifted out from the heart of the Heavenly Court. Like a swimming serpent, it cut through the gray fog and coiled around the Daoist's Sword Finger.
This was the Heavenly Court Origin.
The instant this golden thread appeared, the Pollution Power trapped within the Golden Flower Array began to boil violently. The pollution that had spread across Takama-ga-hara receded like a tide, fleeing from that golden thread as though from a viper!
Within dozens of miles around the Daoist, a vacuum free of pollution was cleared out.
At the same time, the earth of Takama-ga-hara began to quake with a deep hum. As though unable to bear the weight of that golden thread, the broken, decaying ground started collapsing on its own.
Amid the circling golden flowers, the Daoist took a step forward. His Sword Finger, raised above his head, slowly descended...
Wherever the Daoist's Sword Finger pointed, space shattered inch by inch. It was as if an infinitely long, unobservable sword of nothingness—capable of cutting anything—was slowly severing every law of this divine kingdom.
Across the skies of Takama-ga-hara, a slash rapidly spread outward. The edges of the gash glowed like red-hot iron as it cleaved down from the heavens