Sword Suppressing Great Realm!

The extraordinary man stood with his back to all living beings, his crippled body burning in raging flames as he withered in the Dead Star Sea. He seemed to have fallen silent for countless years.

Only his pupils erupted to the utmost, boiling with razor-sharp radiance that sliced through the universe and pierced through time, as if crossing billions upon billions of light-years in an instant!

His vital essence, spirit, and soul were overwhelmingly powerful. Time seemed to have returned to the Ancient Era, to the age when he alone fought the various Supremes and shook the Saint stars.

"To Establish a Heart for Heaven and Earth, to open a path to the heavens for the common folk..."

From his body and mind, his Dao, his laws, and his crippled body, grand voices faintly surged forth. They were vows spanning the ages, as though the Devil Master were swearing an oath and an Immortal King were chanting scriptures, making his Wisdom Light grow ever denser.

Because his path and the system of laws he had created bore his original aspirations, infused with endless painstaking effort and boundless grand vows. Perhaps his law-bound path resembled the extraordinary man even more than the extraordinary man himself!

At last, the beams erupting from the extraordinary man's pupils condensed into one Rule Person after another, traversing tens of thousands of years of temporal torrents within Fleeting Splendor!

His figure seemed to stand at one historical juncture after another, moving against the tide of fate, peerlessly powerful, as though exploring the entire modern history of the Abyss Realm.

No one could see the scene of the extraordinary man's spellcasting!

Yet his posture had enraged the five Eighth-Realm experts.

At a time like this, he still wanted to save someone?

Besides, tens of thousands of years