Still One Thread Short!

If this was the end,

then it was a tragic and heroic one.

At least Great Xia had tried. Everyone had tried.

But.

This was not the end!

There was still one living being in those Myriad Worlds!

His shoulders still bore the last hope.

"Me!"

"I guarantee victory!"

Zhang Qing's eyes were bloodshot.

His humanity was rapidly being stripped away, leaving only the calmest, most rational divinity.

The rulers had fought themselves mad.

Even Chaos True Ancestors had been beaten apart.

Then they were reborn and rejoined the battle.

One Bronze Gate after another was blasted apart.

Chaos river water fell like raindrops.

The river overflowed, its currents rolling up towering waves.

Splash, splash, splash...

The great river churned, and the Chaos River gradually took shape.

Purple Qi came from the east, continuously rolling through the river.

As the great river gradually manifested,

the Great Nirvana, the Great Evolution, was about to begin!

"Hahaha! In the end, we won!" Slaughter was incomparably excited.

The Great Evolution it desired was finally about to begin.

The few remaining Bronze Gates were tightly shielded by Divine Light.

Its philosophy was still stability.

Because the Great Evolution contained too many unknowns.

That was an unacceptable danger.

For the sake of these few Bronze Gates, the war had reached an unprecedented fever pitch.

The power the rulers had accumulated over countless years was being consumed at a frenzied rate.

Even...

a Chaos True Ancestor was blown apart.

It could no longer condense a true body and could only rely on its authority to cheer from the sidelines.

It did not matter.

So what if it had been blown apart?

It could watch as it merged into the Great Evolution through its authority.

Boom...

Boom...

Boom...

One ruler after another was blown apart.

The battle