The cold moon glimmered, waxing and waning as it changed. The descending Heaven Punishing Axe slowed, and a fissure seemed to open between the nine Dao Patterns and their dark destination. Even the countless possibilities of the future had silently become more uncertain.
Drawn by their auras, the purple light suddenly surged. On closer inspection, it was made up of countless Thunder Markings converging—the pivot between yin and yang, life and death. It dyed the heights of the Nine Abysses a splendid ocean, spreading into the past and flowing toward the future.
"Take a slash from Old Sun!"
His booming shout echoed. Thunder died and was reborn; flowers bloomed and fell. Purple light swallowed the fair, elegant hand.
Rumble!
The heights of the Nine Abysses blazed with light. No other color remained. Only the point of impact seemed to tear through time, leaving a shadowy, indistinct expanse like chaos.
Petals of white lotus and fragments of thunder drifted down one after another, each wreathed in invisible flames. Universes within them had only just been born, yet had already reached their ends. Against their backdrop, all things seemed frozen in place.
Inside a half-broken section of the Red Mountain Range, the Twelve Demon Saints and Great Freedom Heavenly Son were moving the area deep into the Nine Abysses. Watching the scene overhead from afar, Qi Zhengyan felt for a moment as if he had returned to Spirit Mountain of old.
Who had won that last clash?
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he saw the nearly bronze great axe tear free of the slowly mending chaos and fly backward, out beyond the Nine Abysses into the void, straight toward the Divine Bright Moon, whose waxing and waning had begun to stabilize.
Great Sage Equal to Heaven had won!
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