The heavens had split apart, golden blood flowing through the void like burning flames. The earth was scarred beyond recognition, nothing but ruins as far as the eye could see—a scene straight out of the end times.
The dying sun at the horizon had yet to fade, staining the land red like a hero's blood.
The world fell silent, leaving only the howling wind, growing ever louder, its voice steeped in desolation.
The river of civilization, too, dispersed at this moment and vanished from sight. That clash between civilizations had consumed far too much of civilization's power.
Yet civilization's power was not civilization's source itself. So long as civilization endured, its power would remain inexhaustible. Still, to regain its former vastness would require the accumulation of time.
Across the four quarters of the land, throughout the Federation's territory, every peak half-Sovereign from Ancient Cosmos was now fleeing in mad panic.
Perhaps they feared that earth-shattering sword strike, or perhaps they feared Golden Dragon Sovereign's routed flight.
That sword had been too terrifying. No words could describe even one ten-thousandth of it. It had vaguely surpassed the limits of a Sovereign and reached an entirely new domain.
Under that single sword, Golden Dragon Sovereign, who had been invincible throughout the world moments before, was cleaved in two outright. His entire body had been split down the middle, his high-dimensional form annihilated on the spot. Only a speck of spiritual light escaped.
Chu Guang's realm was ultimately still too low.
As a low-dimensional lifeform, he had wielded a sword capable of slaying the high-dimensional. Though its edge was boundless, it ultimately possessed flaws and could not achieve perfect harmony.
Otherwise, Golden Dragon Sovereign would never have had any chance of survival.
Still, after that sword, although a Sovereign was nearly eternal once