Sword light tore through the void, annihilating everything in its path as it shot straight toward Zhang Tianyang.
In that instant, not only did Clear Subtle Heaven tremble—even Great Luo Heaven above it quivered.
It was as if the very source of the Heavenly Dao had expressed its fear of the light of chaos!
The sea of clouds churned. All three hundred and sixty-five stars went dark, the giant eye hanging high in the sky shattered, and even the mirror light of the Ancient Mirror of Reincarnation could not withstand the light of chaos, warping slightly at that moment.
An intense sense of crisis struck. Between life and death, Zhang Tianyang's muddled, absent Primordial Spirit awakened.
He could feel that this sword did not merely target his fleshly body and Primordial Spirit—it acted directly upon his fate. What the light of chaos sought to sever was not only his life, but also his fortune, karma, and future.
If he took this blow head-on, he could forget about everything afterward. He would die on the spot, and then Broken Sampan—the very man he had plotted against until he was left lying dead—would be greeted by boundless fortune. After one nap, he would wake up wearing an emperor's robes.
Heh, one night's sleep, and he would become the Heavenly Emperor!
How could Zhang Tianyang possibly endure that? It was already humiliating enough to have fallen to competing with Ji Wuzhou for the position of Heavenly Emperor. If he lost to him as well, he feared he would not be able to rest in peace even in death.
Whoosh!
The Sword of Heaven and Earth swept past. Zhang Tianyang's body, clutching a broken sword, was directly erased by the light of chaos, reduced to ashes and scattered smoke on the spot.
The light