Draw Regret as the Guide, Obsession as the Dao

This sword carried the power of billions of players sacrificing their Monster Souls, detonating a boundless, interwoven sea of colored stars.

Countless patterns of light coiled around the blade as it flowed, and its unmatched destructive pressure instantly tore apart the heavy heavens.

A spatial rift stretching ten thousand miles into the void was blasted open, spanning heaven and earth.

The tidal sea of stars crushed over Sai Shen King's towering dark divine avatar. The king's original body, along with dozens of God Realm fiends attached to it, was instantly dissolved by the overwhelming force.

The immense energy, with nowhere else to vent, surged through the spatial rift into the endless void. It became a colossal stream of light spanning the starry sea, racing into the depths of space like a falling meteor before vanishing beyond the horizon.

Perhaps someday in the future, this meteor shower would become a brilliant streak that pierced the long night in the eyes of native creatures in some Small World, leaving behind an astronomical legend passed down through generations.

Or it might crash into the barrier of some Small World and grind the entire world into dust.

The great battle on the main battlefield thus drew to a close.

Without Sai Shen King coordinating them, the remaining leaderless Black Tide evil spirits still possessed formidable combat strength.

They swiftly elected a new commander to replace Sai Shen King.

The remaining players had no strength left to contend against the fiend army and launched desperate charges before returning to their villages.

One hour later.

Emperor's Tomb Village Resurrection Plaza.

Little Mage's figure appeared amid flickering white light.

The resurrection mechanism had erased the wounds on his body, but it had not lessened the grief piled up within his heart in the slightest.

As though clutching