At the end of the Death Abyss, two figures strode across the chaos.
Behind them lay the shattered sea of swords and the Death Abyss sinking into nothingness.
Ahead lay the Card Lord's palace.
Pangu carried his axe over his shoulder and smacked his lips. "Old Su, is your sword still a long way from complete?"
"The Thousand River Mountain Sword has 138 million fragments. I've only collected eleven," Su Changqing said calmly.
"When my sword heart stirs, the remaining fragments will converge on me of their own accord."
"That is both a blessing and a calamity." He gazed into the depths of the chaos.
"Everyone holding a fragment will come to kill me."
Pangu grinned. "Perfect. My hands have been itching for a fight."
Before his words faded, a speck of ashen light suddenly appeared deep within the chaos.
The light was exceedingly faint, yet carried the aura of eternal perdition.
Death qi surged silently from every direction like a tide.
Amid the death qi, a figure slowly emerged, deathly pale from head to toe. Countless Death Spirit Pearls floated around him, each containing the remnant soul of a god-fiend.
"I am the Soul-Devouring Ancient Emperor, servant of the Death True Lord."
"By the True Lord's command, I have come for your head."
Pangu sneered. "Another one courting death. Your True Lord's divine generals have died like crop after crop beneath the sickle. Still haven't had enough?"
The Soul-Devouring Ancient Emperor said nothing and swept his hand.
The Death Spirit Pearls flew out, unleashing hundreds of millions of dead souls that flooded the chaos like a tide.
The dead souls blotted out the sky, each rivaling a fifth turn god-fiend. They opened their mouths and devoured the void, gnawing vast holes even through the chaos.
Su Changqing stood amid