Energy surged, and wills thundered silently through the vacuum.
A comet wreathed in silver fire and a towering body made of the firmament collided in a frenzy, giving rise to a field of absolute gravity. Every minor fluctuation was as powerful as the detonation of tens of thousands of spatial shock bombs—enough to tear apart a battleship plowing ahead at full speed, or even destroy an asteroid.
In fact, the shock waves had already struck the two moons orbiting the planet, forty thousand kilometers away. Cracks spread across their ashen surfaces, which looked like onions being peeled layer by layer.
At the very heart of the upheaval, Yu Lian should have been reduced to nothing, atom by atom, but the support of his spirit kept him standing firm.
He genuinely felt like he was about to become invincible.
Under the close-range pull of gravity and the endless assault of radiation, the Lingxu Armor blazed even more brilliantly, as if the battle were tempering and elevating it without limit.
At that moment, Yu Lian was burning. He was burning not only his fighting spirit, stamina, and psionic power, but also every last bit of resolve accumulated in the depths of his soul across two lifetimes.
He had to sever the chains of causality.
Now, more than ever, he understood that if he couldn't overcome this trial, then even if he somehow reached the Ninth Ring, he would be nothing but an inferior version, hastily forced to maturity.
If that were the case, he might well die in an even uglier fashion than Emperor Ilesel.
He was no longer lost. He simply wanted to burn through everything he had, without holding back.
In the midst of such a fierce clash of energies, his perception of time and space had long since blurred.