Two Hundred and Thirty Thousand Yuan Hui

In an instant, a dazzling starlight like hundreds of millions of suns exploding at once suddenly rose!

The light was so blazing that it illuminated three hundred billion light-years of Chaos, rendering even the Chaos Qi that had existed for endless ages completely transparent.

Along with the light came three roars of pain that echoed throughout the universe and spread to every corner.

This battle lasted a full two hundred and thirty thousand Yuan Hui.

Over those long years, Chaos, laws, the inscriptions of heaven and earth—everything was beaten into nothingness.

Centered on the battlefield, not a trace of Chaos Qi remained within a radius of three hundred billion light-years.

Only a dead, silent vacuum remained there. Even light could not pass through it, and even time had become blurred.

Countless bottomless cracks crisscrossed the area, each several hundred million light-years long. They were wounds in space torn open by power, unable to heal.

The withered old man's Way of Withered Glory had eroded a hundred billion light-years of space. Wherever that gray mist passed, even time decayed.

The trails left by that mist were still slowly spreading along the edges of those cracks, as though they would never stop.

The burly being's Way of Gravity had crushed countless starfields. Each time his eight legs and six claws descended, vast swathes of Chaos were reduced to powder.

The crushed regions still retained aftershocks of gravity. Anything that approached would instantly be ground into dust.

The Void Power of the Void Reality Gate was everywhere, like venomous snakes constantly searching for Hong Yuan's openings.

The hollows eroded by that Void Power were still slowly expanding, devouring every existence that dared approach.

And Hong Yuan's Three Thousand Great Daos laws were like an eternal furnace, forcibly enduring the siege of the three.