"Hmph!" Yu Xin's Past Self gave a cold snort. Her voice was hoarse, but it still carried a pride that refused to bow.
"Your aspect shattered, and you paid such a heavy price just to wound me. You must be at the end of your strength too, aren't you?!"
"You're putting on an act!"
"At the end of my strength?" Jiang Tian laughed.
The next instant, visions appeared in his eyes, one after another.
Life and death turned in cycles. Suns rose and set. Mountains and rivers shattered. Stars fell and died... The fundamental truths of heaven and earth alternated deep within his pupils, as though his eyes contained the birth, death, and rebirth of the entire universe.
The Dao Seeker Sword in his hand rang out with a piercing cry. Its voice split clouds and stone, echoing endlessly between heaven and earth.
"Sever Heaven and Earth!" Jiang Tian's shout cracked like spring thunder.
A sword beam with form but no color burst from the blade.
The beam stretched dozens of yards and lingered for an instant within the sword formation.
Pure-white sword light, Profound-White Sword Astral Force... all poured into it.
The six supreme-grade flying swords shook and roared. The seventy-two strands of Profound-White Sword Astral Force sang out as one. Every shred of sword intent, every edge, every killing impulse converged within that single beam!
This time.
The colorless beam gained a color.
A trace of white.
But this white was not the white of the pure-white sword light.
It was the white of creation's first moment, when heaven and earth had yet to part, nothing had been born, and all lay in the void.
It was also the white of all things destroyed, the color of the end, the final resting place where all creation fell silent.