All Beings Astounded, the Sage Master's Strength
As the words fell, the entire void fell silent.
Countless Cultivators looked up. Countless members of the Void God Race looked up. All of them gazed into the depths of the void, their expressions filled with utter astonishment.
They searched for the source of the voice, yet found nothing. It seemed to come from beyond the heavens, yet also from the depths of their hearts—everywhere, and nowhere to be found.
Some were still fighting, their swords already drawn and their techniques already taking shape, when they suddenly froze in place. Some were still roaring, their cries already at their throats, when they came to an abrupt halt.
Because, in the next instant—
An invisible force swept across the entire Purple Chen Realm.
That force was soundless and traceless, colorless and odorless. It gave off no light, no ripples, no sign that could be perceived.
Yet it was there, like the will of heaven, like fate, like an irresistible torrent.
The expressions of half the Void God Race abruptly shifted from surprise to shock, then from shock to terror.
They felt that force. They felt it devouring them, erasing them, stripping them utterly from the very foundation of existence.
Some tried to resist, only to discover they did not even have the strength to move a finger.
Some tried to turn intangible, only to find that their innate gifts were utterly useless before that force.
Some tried to flee, only to find themselves nailed firmly in place, unable even to send their Divine Souls from their bodies.
Then—
They vanished into ash and smoke.
Half the Void God Race turned into nothingness at the same instant.
It was not death, nor was it a fall. They had been completely, utterly, cleanly erased from heaven