Above the Sea of Worlds, Darkness Power surged. The two Weird Ancestors no longer held the slightest contempt, both wielding the power of their origins.
Their auras rose once more, becoming ever more bizarre and unfathomable.
The River of Time was completely severed. The Sea of Worlds boiled without cease, and countless great stars turned to drifting clouds of smoke, vanishing into nothingness.
With every gesture, worlds were born and extinguished, chaos surged, and countless great Daos shattered.
Countless visions manifested behind them: one era after another transformed into bleeding worlds, filled everywhere with ruins and corpses.
Killing intent bared its fangs. The void boiled as endless roars rang out; seas turned to mulberry fields, and stars shifted in their courses.
The two Ancient Coffins were completely flung open. The life force upon their coffins dissipated, and the branches and leaves growing over them withered into deathly stillness.
Above the withered branches and rotten leaves, the cosmic starry sky was riddled with devastation, its stars and galaxies reduced to ruins.
Even denser Primal Matter poured forth, cascading like an ocean over the Ancestors' bodies.
Then, the two Weird Ancestors stepped forward in unison. Their towering bodies crushed Space-Time completely, and rules and order ceased to exist.
An ancient, heavy iron spear tore through the void. Dazzling radiance illuminated the world, and who knew how many great universes split apart.
A massive beast-furred hand covered in golden light stirred Space-Time. The River of Time churned continuously, its terrifying fluctuations spreading in every direction.
"Die!" the Weird Ancestor said coldly.
As he spoke, the iron spear and beast-furred hand seemed to cross layer upon layer of ancient history, tracing back to the source of time as they blasted toward Yang Qing.
This time, neither of them held anything back. Each drew upon