The Unity Continent came to a stop in the chaos.
The streams of light from the Propulsion Formation went out.
There was nothing ahead. No World Crystal Wall, no wreckage of stars. Even the Chaos Turbulence had fallen unnaturally still, leaving everything as clean as if someone had licked it spotless.
The War Glaive drooped in Emperor Jiang Wu's hand. Old Ancestor Xuanming's fingers froze in midair as he maintained the formation.
The Old Woman from the Heavenly Derivation Realm lay on the ground, her clouded eyes fixed on that empty expanse.
"It's gone?" Emperor Jiang Wu's throat was so dry it felt ready to smoke.
The spiritual energy fluctuations of millions of cultivators fell into disarray. Murmurs piled upon murmurs, swelling into a buzzing drone that lingered above the continent.
They had followed Zhou Xuan here, every one of them with their head tucked into their belt, ready to pry out a god's front teeth. But now even the door was gone.
Punching cotton felt worse than taking a blade across the face.
"The Divine Lord... erased an entire world, leaving not even a scrap." The Old Woman trembled as she spoke, knocking her forehead against the ground. "We can't win."
Ash-gray ripples spread from the top of the void.
There was no thunder, no wondrous spectacle.
An utterly unreasonable pressure slipped through the cracks between the laws and burrowed into the mind of everyone present.
"Ant, you're too late."
The cold voice held not the slightest inflection.
"This is your first gift for defying a god."
The Divine Lord sent down no attack. He wasn't even interested in lifting a hand. He simply wanted everyone to know that the destination they had risked their lives to reach was only a speck of dust beneath his hand. He could