The End V (Finale)

The rain poured down in torrents.

In the area before the White Tower, vast amounts of golden light gathered into a gigantic character, completely enveloping Zhang Rongfang.

What was strange was that although the golden light was blindingly brilliant and immensely imposing, it did not affect even the slightest bit of surrounding space. Even to the others and the passage structures close at hand, it seemed like a phantom, with no sense of presence whatsoever.

This sword had already touched upon the supreme realm of Thousand Refinements. It imprinted Long's own mark onto the most fundamental particles, thereby gaining control over all things, space, and time within a certain range.

Achieving this required an extraordinarily immense expenditure of mental and spiritual power.

That was also why Long rarely acted. The consumption at this realm was simply too great; even he could only unleash one strike at most.

After that single strike, the last bit of power his soul-body had accumulated through nourishment from his flesh would be completely exhausted.

Yet theoretically, this strike was enough to destroy everything.

After breaking down and pulverizing all material life, it would transform it into a part of himself.

Within the dazzling golden radiance, Zhang Rongfang's entire body was surrounded by golden seals, leaving him unable to move.

His cloak, long hair, and skin all began slowly breaking down beneath the shine of the golden light.

The subtle precision of the Molecular Level was utterly unable to withstand this martial realm approaching the very highest level.

"Is this your final sword, the one you wagered your life on?"

Zhang Rongfang's face too began to break down beneath the golden light, revealing the flesh and bones beneath his skin.

Yet as though he felt no pain at all, he remained standing quietly where he was,