The shattered cosmic starry sky was recovering, the torn Heavenly Dao Rule Law Net gradually closing, the heaven and earth damaged by the great battle returning to normal.
The eight Great Powers stood in the void, their expressions cold.
Yet in their hearts, they felt somewhat disheartened.
This ambush had been planned for several thousand years. Layer upon layer of arrangements had obscured heavenly secrets and karma, using sword cultivators' most primal desire for sword duels and slaughter to lure the enemy into the predetermined battlefield, seizing every advantage from the outset.
During the battle, they too had given their all, without the slightest internal friction. They had even burned their blood essence and divine souls, using life-risking secret techniques, and they remained severely wounded even now.
The price they had paid could not be called small.
Yet the Great Sun Sword Master of this generation had still escaped.
After his escape, his future growth rate would surely surpass everyone's, reaching an entirely different height. Once he reached the Void Refinement Peak, once he achieved Dao Integration...
All manner of terrifying futures could be deduced clearly even by cultivators completely ignorant of the arts of heavenly secrets.
As the strongest cultivator in the Way of Heavenly Secrets within this World Cluster, the Heavenly Secrets Divine Monarch saw even more. He could even see how he would die, how he would fall. Scene after scene seemed ready to unfold the very next moment, making one shudder with cold.
There was not a shred of hope.
That future shrouded in endless darkness...
This starry sky was utterly silent, so quiet that a needle could be heard falling. Even the ever-present Nether Gale Currents had vanished, long frozen solid by the cold killing intent unconsciously leaking from the eight powerful beings.
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