The cold, dark cosmic void was cut open, smooth and deathly still, like a cross-section of fate. Dao patterns scattered apart, like the warp and weft of karma collapsing. It seemed as though the curtain had fallen on everything, as though the supernatural world itself was nearing its end.
Wang Xuan smashed through a meteor several thousand miles in diameter behind him. His body swayed as the lingering resonance of the Vanished Word Art echoed, extinguishing all techniques and severing the entanglement of karma and fate.
Blood dripped from his right hand gripping the saber, exposing the bones in his fingers. The falling blood shone brilliantly, illuminating the darkness.
In the distance, Chen Mu's pair of Divine Wings, which had once fanned apart the starry sky, were now tattered beyond recognition and nearly broken off at the roots. The flesh of fate and sinews of karma on the wings had all shattered into a bloody mess.
This colossal collision between the two was incomparably perilous, exceeding everyone's expectations.
Centered on the two of them, the surviving spaceship wreckage, meteors, and colossal beast carcasses stretching tens of thousands of miles across this ancient battlefield in the Dead Star Sea all disintegrated. The shockwaves of Dao resonance from their battle ground them into cosmic dust.
Wang Xuan was greatly surprised. Someone had actually blocked his Vanished Word Art and survived.
At the final moment, fate and karma had tangled together and rushed toward him. Only after he shook his saber several times and wielded the remaining power of the Vanished Word Art did he manage to Completely Slash them.
His bleeding right hand glowed. In this extinguished, deathly silent universe, it was like a lighthouse amid the fog of the deep sea. The dripping blood flowed backward, and the wounds on his