These lights all displayed grotesque colors, built upon the gray of the apocalypse and blended with intense hues of life. The arrival of the apocalypse had caused an enormous deviation in the path of cultivation. With no road left to take, one breathtakingly gifted life after another had, in the reckless spirit of smashing a broken jar, forged entirely new forms.
Even if the end of that road was destruction and extinction, at least for this moment, it was brilliant enough.
When dimensions collided on such a colossal scale, even these eighth-rank lifeforms suffered tremendous shockwaves. The power they could wield now was less than a tenth of what they possessed at their peak.
But this time, there was no need to break through the barrier of nonexistence. Unlike their hasty strike last time, the power they could unleash now was more than ten times greater than before!
Absolute power sealed time and space in that instant, reducing all things to dust and turning matter and energy into vacuum. From the ripples raised by their power alone, the most fundamental particles composing the myriad things and phenomena vibrated at speeds beyond the limits they could endure.
Reflected in reality, every place that could be perceived seemed covered by a thick layer of frosted glass. Everything appeared to remain, yet in truth, everything had been rewritten from its very foundations.
More than twenty eighth-rank lifeforms attacked at once, with almost no gap in timing. It was not because they could not wait, but because the collision phenomenon had only just occurred, and this was when their power was at its most vigorous.
As the aftershocks of the collision continued, the dimensional structures composing their bodies would undergo a second round of upheaval and collapse. By then, their power would continue to