In the end, the master of the Thousand River Mountain Sword made a decision.
He dismembered himself into 138 million pieces.
Over countless Chaos Epochs, he used the Thousand River Mountain Grand Competition to gradually wear away his own life.
"The Eternal True Lord is so hard to kill, he can't even commit suicide."
Su Changqing could not help but marvel at what he saw.
That was how the Thousand River Mountain Grand Competition had begun.
An Eternal True Lord was too hard to kill.
Even if he abandoned all defense and resistance, no one could kill him.
So he used the Thousand River Mountain Sword's absolute sharpness to dismember himself, slowly wearing away his own will.
Su Changqing understood that feeling now.
The Divine Authority Daoist and Mo Xue were only Two Revolutions God-Fiends, yet they were already incredibly hard to kill!
They could regenerate their bodies, forcing him to destroy them again and again.
Give them the slightest opening, and they could escape.
Su Changqing even believed that, apart from an Eternal True Lord or a Great God-Fiend, not even a Fifth Turn God-Fiend could kill him completely!
A light-year-spanning God-fiend body was terrifying!
Its mass was virtually infinite. Each breath could shatter heaven and earth, shake the cosmic sea, and obliterate any world!
Given enough time, it could erase even a vast Chaos World.
Defeating one was easy. Killing one was hard!
Su Changqing and Pangu had seen many Chaos Worlds perish and heard of Great God-Fiends dying, but they had never heard of any of the three thousand Eternal True Lords dying.
"But something doesn't seem right. This isn't quite the same as the script I saw for the Thousand River Mountain Sword's master..."
Su Changqing stared at the figure before him, his brow furrowed.