Beyond the Minor World, within the dark starry sky.
A Youth in Green Robes had eyes as crimson as blood, as resplendent as a Sun Furnace. The death of his great enemy had not dimmed them in the slightest.
The only change was that within those scarlet pupils, the color had become pure gold like crystal. There was no madness mixed within; instead, they had grown ever more indifferent.
Jiang Ding rested a hand on his sword hilt and gazed into the vast, boundless universe.
"Run!"
"The Heavenly Monarch is dead! Dead..."
"This isn't the Lower Realm..."
Countless Upper Realm beings wailed and screamed miserably.
Among them were several hundred thousand Thunder Department Dao Soldiers from the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect, as well as several hundred thousand disciples of Blood Lake Corpse Mountain who still retained their complete intelligence. Terrified beyond measure, they fled madly, willing to burn their essence blood just to get away from that dreadful being—like a ghost, like a demon—wearing the skin of a human youth.
Some Upper Realm beings lost their heads and fled toward the Minor World, only to die swiftly.
Still more Upper Realm beings plunged headlong into the dark, dead starry sky. They cared for nothing else, wishing only to survive, only to flee. Not a trace remained of the Upper Realm beings' lofty superiority.
"Sword Dao..."
Ignoring the many fleeing Upper Realm beings, Jiang Ding muttered to himself.
His right hand gently stroked his sword hilt.
He had never stepped even a single pace beyond the range of the Great Sun Boundary Setting Array. Deep within space, the Great Sun Unmanned Starry Sky Army Group led by the aerospace aircraft carrier Chaori was stirring restlessly.
He sank into thought, unknown what he was contemplating.
"The Upper Realm beings