Zhao Cheng's sword forged miracles, its radiance unceasing.
From Wang Daoming's body flew a wheel, turning through infinity; calamities came without end, emptiness yet not empty.
Chu Ming brought strength to its ultimate limit, without beginning or end.
Wang Yang rode six dragons through time, charging across all without restraint.
Li Qi lightly tapped with his sword-staff, graceful as a startled swan.
Five kinds of power, five kinds of styles, all had reached EX+. Only the color of that plus sign varied, some pale, some deep.
The road to transcendence had always been like scooping up the moon and plucking flowers from reflections in a mirror, like climbing a tree to seek fish in pursuit of a true one.
Without attaining transcendence, all was wrong.
Yet regardless of how deep or shallow, the few of them had at least touched its edge. Chasing moonlit reflections and seeking fish from a tree was still better than having nothing at all.
And so, when the five powers collided in one place—
Even the Sea of Chaos briefly froze. Then, boundless light and heat blotted out everything, and everything vanished.
The evolution of time and space never ceased. The Miracle Battlefield was like a line, with no one knowing where it began or where it ended.
Until this moment, a wisp of miracle light that had not been completely extinguished fused with the energy of time and space. The Miracle Battlefield opened at this node, yet its origin was concealed, becoming without beginning or end.
It turned out that the appearance of many things had long been ordained by fate and circumstance.
The energy of time and space was like the tides. So long as time and space had not been extinguished, parallel time-spaces would continue to split and evolve.
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