Rumble—
At the instant of impact, heaven and earth fell silent, and all things sank into stillness.
The great Buddha faded away. Xiang Yuan withdrew from the Three-Headed Six-Armed Dharma Form, lowered his head, and coughed up mouthful after mouthful of blood.
A black rift exploded from the point of collision. In the blink of an eye, it stretched for tens of millions of miles, expanding at terrifying speed and cutting across sky and earth.
Heaven collapsed, and earth split apart!
The heaven and earth of the Demon Ruins Realm could no longer bear the strain. Beneath that overwhelming blow, mountain ranges crumbled, rivers flowed backward, and the stable structure of the world itself was brutally torn in two.
Sky and land were like a fragile eggshell, split into halves to reveal the churning void of chaos behind them.
The Demon Ruins Realm had cracked open!
What had cracked open alongside it was also the strongest defense Xiang Yuan had picked up from the Wasteland Realm—the black sword sheath.
The sword sheath's origins could not be traced. It bore within it a Crimson Universe, its interior once filled with boundless demonic qi. Yet for unknown reasons, the Crimson Universe had lost its radiance, and the demonic qi within had become ruined and desolate.
The Crimson Universe had died, but the sword sheath still lingered on its last breath. Divine artifacts possessed spirits; unwilling to wither away and bring about the destruction of the Crimson Universe with it, it passed its legacy to the Rouge Sword, devolved into something mundane, and left behind only the corpse of a sword sheath.
Dead or not, its defense was beyond question. Xiang Yuan had carried the sheath until now, and no one had ever pierced this layer of protection—much less shattered it in a