"Mr. Ba Zunan."
Above the River of Time, Kong Yuhen said no more and extended a hand in a gesture of invitation.
Is it beginning?
Everyone across the Five Domains had their hearts in their throats.
The higher-ups made the decisions, the lower ranks watched on. All they could do was wait for fate to descend.
If all went smoothly, then naturally everyone would be happy to see a perfect ending.
But though it had all been spoken of so beautifully—reshaping the Time Realm—no one knew exactly how it would be reshaped.
What the final result would be depended on just how far Ba Zunan and Kong Yuhen could go.
"Just don't let it collapse on the first move..."
"Come to think of it, can the Eighth Ancestor still make a move? Shouldn't Kong Yuhen be the one acting now?"
Countless eyes looked on, nerves stretched taut.
Ba Zunan held Qingju horizontally and raised it toward the Northern Region.
"Hum!"
Only a faint sword hum rang out.
He had not drawn his sword, yet the scene before everyone's eyes shifted. Countless hazy silver threads appeared.
With Qingju as their origin, billions of threads radiated out to connect every corner of the Five Domains. The taut lines bound and dragged at the lands on the verge of shattering, cinching the Five Domains tight.
"Reputation!"
"This is the massive Power of Reputation that was transferred over from the Burial Sword Tomb!"
"But why does it also look a little like Sword Thought? Has it been transformed?"
Soon, some people saw what was happening.
After Ba Zunan's Zero-Return, he had only struck once—a strike that had nearly shattered the Five Domains.
It was this immense Power of Reputation that had protected the Five Domains. Now, after passing through Qingju and being absorbed and