"This Sovereign did not care about the grudges between the Azure Heaven Clans and the Human Race. Nor did I care about the Imperial Dynasty Crown Prince or the Human Emperor Successor. Nor did I care about the state of the Myriad Worlds or the changing of eras."
She paused. The broken sword slowly turned half a circle in her hand, its tip sweeping from left to right and encompassing all several dozen Creation Sequences within the range of its blade.
"When geniuses contended, if my son lost, was wounded, or died, it meant his skills were inferior. This Sovereign would never pursue the matter. But if anyone dared to use their seniority to bully the young—first ask whether this Sovereign's sword agreed."
As her words fell, the two characters Taichu on the broken sword suddenly erupted with silver-white radiance.
That radiance did not spread outward, but contracted inward—with Jian Kongzhu as its center, the void within a radius of tens of thousands of miles was pressed down by that contracting light, sinking a full foot.
The Creation Sequences felt an invisible force squeezing them from every direction, making their protective divine light creak and groan.
The expressions of those Creation Sequences changed.
Some turned green and white by turns, some went pale as paper, and some darkened like the bottom of a pot.
The Creation Origins within them whirled madly, trying to resist that crushing force, but every surge of origin power was scattered by Sword Intent, and every gathering of protective divine light was torn apart by Taichu sword radiance.
They discovered that before this power, they had no ability to fight back—not because their cultivation was insufficient, but because Jian Kongzhu's level of power was far beyond theirs.
One Creation Sequence from the Eternal Ancient Realm had