The clouds of smoke, storms, flames, and thunder that filled the space converged in an instant on the point where the two swords met. Then they vanished without a trace, as if they had been erased from the very fabric of physical law.
The gray mist remained. The golden halo had long since disappeared, but the small space around Lan Jiufeng was still crystal clear.
As for Duke Sadulan, he had already vanished into thin air.
"Brother Sa, oh, Brother Sa. The so-called mortal and the so-called transcendent have never been separate. The transcendent is born from the ordinary—that is the way of nature. In the end, did you understand? Did you truly understand?" Lan Jiufeng murmured to himself.
Then his gaze, which had been so ethereal and uncertain, gradually grew resolute. In another world within his soul, heaven and earth, the entire universe, began to transform.
"So that's how it is. Hahaha! So this is what it feels like?" He let out a hearty, clear laugh.
The crystal-like fragments of space drifting around him were disintegrating. Beyond the outer realm, an indescribably vast shadow was bringing its mad, mighty will down upon this tiny space.
But Lan Jiufeng paid it no mind. He quickly found a fragment on the verge of crumbling to dust. In the image projected across it, the mighty Earth fleet was preparing to jump toward the far end of the galaxy.
"Oh, dear. I've only used it once, and I'm already a little reluctant to let it go." Lan Jiufeng smiled faintly and tossed the "Xingzhi" in his hand away. The strange weapon, shaped like a hybrid of a sickle and a war hammer, slipped into the image and vanished just as the fragment shattered.
Only then did he slowly sit down. He assumed a