At this moment, the stars shifted and the constellations changed.
As though tens of millions of years had passed in an instant, the black torrent of flame that had destroyed more than a dozen border regions sank into the brilliant sea of stars. Shrouded in specks of dazzling illusory light, it dispersed at a visible speed, transforming into dissolving, collapsing clouds of mist like the dark nebulae displayed in an electron telescope.
Countless gravitational fields were born and extinguished within the sea of stars. As the stars revolved, expanding and contracting, they converged together and formed invisible millstones.
Viewed from that staggering macroscopic scale, even cannon fire fierce enough to destroy the border defense lines became soft cotton in one's fingers, rapidly worn away amid casual tearing and rotation.
By the time it reached the peak of Penglai, only a faint breeze remained.
It merely disturbed the old man's long hair.
So gentle.
And the Calamity Crystal, after dissolving countless souls, had already silently merged into that river of stars.
Assimilation!
Without a trace, without any sign, without any visibly violent transformation, the tempestuous sea silently calmed within the domain carved out by Chunjun.
What arose in that instant was not merely a contest of power, but the submission of an outsider to the sovereign authority established by East Xia...
This was Chunjun.
The relic of authority, Chunjun, had carried on the wild dreams and aspirations of thousands of years ago and the mission passed down through generations at Jixia. It had finally been wholly completed after being nurtured by the dragon vein!
Sharp enough to cut hair? Strong enough to face a thousand troops? Slaying generals and enemies? In the end, that was merely a warrior's courage. How shallow! What use did such power have beyond bringing chaos to