Red, azure, black, and white sword qi crisscrossed, shredding matter, boiling energy, collapsing the void, and curling up time. Within its shroud, heaven and earth seemed to have reached the final apocalypse, with nothing left able to survive.
Just seeing it from afar left Sun Wu, Tan Ping, and the other Dharma Body immortals chilled from head to toe. Fear, cold as frost, sank deep into their marrow. More terrifyingly, through that apocalyptic scene, they seemed to glimpse a darkness utterly still—no flow of time, no flicker of thought. Apart from deathly silence, there was only deathly silence, inspiring dread from the bottom of their hearts.
This was the final end, the "tomb" of this Era. Only faith in Old Mother could transform this despairing darkness into Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.
Just as their minds were about to be eroded by the sensation leaking from the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation and turn into walking corpses, a clear crane's cry suddenly rang beside their ears. A golden bridge, formed from countless Dao Patterns, appeared before their eyes. It seemed to span the Sea of Suffering and lead toward the Other Shore of bliss, turning illusory dreams and bubbles into reality.
This Golden Bridge of the Other Shore descended from Doushuai Palace beyond Thirty-three Heavens. It also stretched from the southernmost point of the Eastern Sea, where Nine Abysses merged with the Real Realm. Grand and mighty, it landed before the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, suppressing all the spreading apocalyptic aura, the secretly leaking slaughter, and the destruction without stirring the slightest ripple.
A white-haired Daoist Old Man rode a Green Ox across the bridge. He seemed slow, yet came swiftly. Behind him, heaven and earth shifted, forming black-and-white yin-yang fish whose heads and tails entwined as they slowly revolved.
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