Being both at Tier Nine, the collision of auras was terrifying.
Two utterly different "concepts of existence" that had both touched the roots of the universe ground against each other, defining and vying for dominance over reality.
Gao Gong's "Return to Death" aura was like a lightless tide—silent and icy. Wherever it passed, space itself seemed to "die" soundlessly. Rules grew murky, energy became inert, and the flow of time turned viscous, tending toward stagnation.
It was an advance rehearsal of all things' end, the suffocating sensation of existence itself being slowly dragged into eternal silence.
The blurred image of the forcibly condensed "Old World Sovereign" radiated an aura filled with the decay and unwilling tyranny of the "old days."
It was the wail of an "epochal authority" that had once ruled all, but had since rotted away—a weight and stubbornness steeped in the dust of time, struggling to resist being completely devoured by "Return to Death."
Its aura was even more violent, like the final, crazed expansion of a dying star, distorting the light and causality around it and radiating the last majesty of ancient laws.
At the boundary between the two auras, the scene became strange and horrifying. Space was no longer continuous, torn open into countless ever-dying and ever-reborn rifts whose colors defied description. In some regions, time accelerated the erosion of all things; in others, it fell into a nearly absolute stillness, trapped in a dead loop.
On top of that, the turbulent laws transformed into a silent storm, completely stirring and annihilating the nearby starlight. Even the most basic physical constants fluctuated violently, as though this region had been temporarily "abandoned" by the universe itself, left to the two abnormal existences to engage in a brutal struggle.
At the core of the "battlefield" where the