In the sky.
Countless dead charged into the apocalypse. Even when struck by frost, flames, Deadly Poison, or all manner of other powers, they remained utterly unafraid.
What was there to fear in death?
This was the world of the Six Paths.
—The Lord of Death stood upon the earth, watching it all, ready at any moment to send the dead back to the River of Death, where they would awaken once more.
The battle had no prelude. It plunged straight into destruction and being destroyed.
Then—
Everyone saw that world-toppling radiance.
Far off on the horizon, a streak of white light appeared.
In an instant, it spread across the sky and earth, filling the entire world, almost everywhere at once.
This sword strike—
Was like a vast, white world, utterly enveloping everyone.
There was no refusing it, no resisting it.
As the Sword Aura howled toward them, every thought in their minds was severed. It was as if something utterly terrifying was watching them, coveting them, lurking nearby.
There was no way to dodge. No way to stop it.
Yet though the world formed by this Sword Aura held boundless power to kill and destroy, it avoided every living being with consummate skill.
It swept through the void, gathering the power of the entire sword world into a single point—
Slash!
In the blink of an eye, all strange phenomena vanished, like an illusory dream, never to return.
The world fell into blankness and silence. Even the battle in the sky came to a halt.
The demonic body slowly raised a hand and pointed toward a spot in the void, speaking in a low voice:
"What kind of sword technique is that?"
At the spot it indicated, Gu Qingshan appeared. He shot back, "Why aren't you dead?"
"Did you