Compared to their flawless, orthodox supreme lineages, this incomplete Remnant Spirit pieced together from scraps had been a complete joke from beginning to end.
"I... ultimately could not escape the fate of defeat and death..."
Xuan Ming slowly walked before him, his gaze calm and devoid of joy or anger. He spoke lightly, revealing the eternal truth of the Great Dao:
"Supreme Law spirits are not easily born. Had you not insisted on becoming an enemy and going against the great momentum of the Prehistoric Era, but instead lain low and cultivated in peace, how would you have ended up dead and extinguished today?"
"The world claims that the supreme is unique, but that is merely the shallow understanding of the Great Dao held by ordinary cultivators and the myriad beings of the heavens."
He gently shook his head, clarity that overlooked eternity hidden in his eyes.
"In the eyes of those of us who command the Origin, the Great Dao has never had a fixed number.
Whether the supreme is unique has always been interpreted and decided by Dao Spirits like us."
As his voice fell, Xuan Ming raised his hand and lightly brought down his palm!
There was no earth-shattering roar, no violent phenomenon, yet it carried the ultimate judgment of Destiny's Origin.
In an instant, True Lord of Destiny's self-awareness completely collapsed and dissolved.
His Origin True Spirit, hidden deep within the Great Dao river and protected for countless ages, shattered inch by inch in response. Swept along, scoured, and faded by the endlessly surging Great Dao river, it ultimately dissolved completely into its eternal waters. From then on, he vanished without a trace—no afterlife, no Reincarnation.
The place was empty, leaving only Supreme Destiny Law Fragments scattered across the ground. The threads of destiny that had