This time, the slash King of Light swung contained neither energy nor information. It was empty, hollow, nothing at all—yet it displayed a killing force far more tyrannical than before.
Even the Dao Lord's divine power was severed outright.
This was the purest power of the heart, containing nothing superfluous, yet capable of cutting through all things.
Not even a Dao Lord's divine power was an exception.
As for that dimensional shield, it too was a form of absolute defense. It did not merely protect King of Light herself; extending outward, it also sheltered the altar, as well as every living being in an entire Cosmic Federation within it.
Absolute offense, absolute defense!
This was the power of "Epoch." No wonder a tale had spread through Infinite World since time immemorial: the path to transcendence lay within "Epoch."
"Nine Transformations of the Originless, Crimson Origin Calamity!"
At this moment, faced with such power, the Dao Lord's envoy—whose expression had always remained calm—revealed his fierce and domineering side for the first time.
In an instant, his own color, along with the currents of divine power around him, turned a reddish gray. In that instant, the reddish-gray currents became fire. The flames burned everything, even the flames themselves. All that existed, all that did not, all that had never existed—every conceivable thing returned to fire.
As the divine power changed, an entire dimension became bizarre and fantastical. Matter was no longer matter, energy no longer energy, laws no longer laws, life no longer life. Everything was mixing, overturning, collapsing, creating, undergoing nirvana, cycling through reincarnation...
There were even living beings who became whatever they believed themselves to be.
It could be said that in that instant, solid reality had directly become a world of imagination—strange and surreal, wildly unrestrained. Yet imagination was