Pride's expression suddenly turned deathly pale. His figure swayed slightly, and on the Seal Heaven Book floating above his head, the two characters "Shichen" unexpectedly burned away like ink meeting fire, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Su Yang's gaze sharpened, and he said coldly, "A mere sealing technique dares to show off before me?"
The Vast Sword in his palm suddenly began to hum. Three blazing patterns rose along its blade—time, soul, and sound rhythm, the three Origin Laws coiling around it like dragons. Beyond them, countless fine laws danced like Stardust, layering upon layer until not even a gap remained.
The Dao gives birth to One, One gives birth to Two, Two gives birth to Three, and Three gives birth to all things.
The Great Dao was formless, yet it bore all laws. From nothing came something—that was the origin. It encompassed everything and tolerated everything. When the void reached its extreme, substance emerged; when stillness reached its limit, life was born.
With a thrust of his sword, all laws followed!
Using the speed of time, the weight of the soul, and the laws of sound rhythm as its bones, and countless laws as its flesh, that single thrust rendered Heaven and Earth speechless. All phenomena fell into silence.
"This..."
Pride's heart trembled violently, and his pupils contracted. That sword appeared plain and unremarkable, yet wherever its Sword Intent reached, the traces of a thousand laws intertwined and emerged. An indescribable profundity had also locked tightly onto the vital energy around his body, as though even his breathing had fallen into the cage of his opponent's sword force.
Hum—!
The depths of Chaos suddenly trembled. Wherever the long sword pointed, the Chaos Void that had just healed split apart once more. Spiderweb-like cracks spread