In an instant, it was as though all sound had vanished and time had frozen. Emerging from a dazed illusion, the entire world seemed to come to a standstill—beneath the sharp blade appearing at An Ning's fingertips.
Rather than calling it a sharp blade, it was more like an illusion.
Crystal-clear, it seemed to exist at An Ning's fingertips, yet no matter how closely one looked, its shape could not be discerned. Dreamlike and illusory, it lay Between Existence and Non-existence.
Though it was called "Bitter Day," it highlighted the entire world in such magnificent splendor. Everything was filled with color, so vivid!
There was no longer any need for that streak of Flying Light.
At this moment, all phenomena shone and blossomed!
Whether it was the Ba Serpent with its endless life, the Wolf Fiend hidden within its shell, or Yue Chen, blessed and protected by the Waste Ruins, all of them felt a bone-deep chill within that omnipresent light.
Bitter Day left her hand.
In the blink of an eye, it vanished, as though it had never existed in this world at all.
Then, within the frozen, solidified world, every sight began falling apart. A crisp sound like shattering jade rang out, layer upon layer, ceaselessly gathering into tides.
Countless raindrops suspended in mid-air shot outward, colliding and surging against one another. Ripples burst and spread; wherever the countless ripples passed, everything was ground to pieces. Incalculable droplets bloomed with the bewitching beauty of flower buds.
Then, amid the gale that suddenly rushed in, the Giant Serpent's nine heads Turned to Ashes like candles in the wind, severed cleanly at their roots. Half a mangled body fell amid the countless streams of evaporating, boiling blood.
The Wolf Fiend panted violently, leaning against Yue Chen's back, its bloody hue