After merging with the sword essence, Fuxie's will surged upward at speed. Its shattered memories, principles, and power rapidly returned to their proper places, faintly taking shape within the void-like space of will as a silver-cyan sword light spanning heaven, earth, and all things. That sword light swiftly proliferated, transforming into a boundless sea brimming with sword radiance.
Immediately afterward, this vast sea of swords bore down with an irresistible momentum upon the now somewhat diminutive dark-cyan sword light.
[Fuxie!]
Though he himself was also Fuxie, Dahuang Fuxie still instinctively roared that name. The next instant, his will was overwhelmed. Then, in a flash, endless memories became a rushing torrent, like floodwaters bursting through a broken dam, surging forth in mighty waves and intertwining with one another.
In that instant, Fuxie remembered.
He remembered why he had shattered. He remembered that earth-shaking final battle during the first Devil Calamity. And he remembered why he had to return to Huaixu—to the heart of the Dao Court's myriad heavens.
It was a fact, a decision, a...
The collision of wills manifested in reality as a world-shaking phenomenon.
RUMBLE!
Above the azure vault of the Dahuang Realm, a colossal fissure stretching from north to south appeared out of nowhere. Black as ink, its edges glimmered with interwoven silver-cyan and dark-cyan radiance, like a scar upon the heavens that had existed since time immemorial.
Whether they were dragon-birds soaring over the Heavenly Sea, military formations locked in slaughter along the borders of Dahuang's many races, or ancient and mighty beings cultivating in secluded Grotto-Heavens, all raised their heads at once, staring in shock at this unprecedented wound in the sky.
Liu Xuanji stood proudly atop a mountain peak, his expression solemn as he gazed at the heavenly scar. At that very moment, he heard