At that moment, at the bottom of the Clear Underworld Sea.
Under the combined attack of all the immortals, dust, seawater, and even the ethereal laws of the Dao—everything was pulverized.
Nothingness...
No!
Even the very concept of "nothingness" seemed hollow and vague.
Gu calmly looked at Taixuan, who stood right before him, already so illusory she was nearly transparent. There wasn't a trace of excess emotion in his eyes.
He raised his right hand and drove one finger into her brow.
Taixuan stared fixedly at him. Everything she had upheld for hundreds of millions of years seemed like a joke before that cruel truth.
Her heart seethed with hatred for Gu, and for the entire Cang Race.
But her condition was now dire. Her divine body had collapsed, her essence was slipping away, and she couldn't even manage to speak.
Gu said nothing either, keeping his gaze fixed on the figure before him.
A silver stream of light, both weightless and heavy, as tiny as a grain of sand yet seeming to encompass the boundless worlds of the universe. It was as if it were the source of the very concepts of "law" and "order."
It existed plainly within Taixuan's brow.
This was precisely the Original Intent of "Principle" that Gu had sought for all these years!
His long-cherished wish seemed within reach.
The finger Gu had driven into Taixuan's brow seemed to have touched it, and yet it was as though they occupied two entirely different planes, with no connection between them.
No matter how the seven-colored radiance seeped into it, it couldn't move the silver stream of light in the slightest.
Gradually, the calm in Gu's eyes began to falter.
It wasn't working?
Taixuan was already so grievously wounded. Why wasn't it working?!
"Why isn't it working!"