Only at this moment did many people on Earth finally understand why Zhao Cheng had waited until the very last moment to act. It was not because he had deliberately timed it for some dramatic act of saving civilization from the brink of ruin.
The meteorite was merely the beginning. Once it was destroyed, Earth would face an even more terrifying disaster.
That immaculate light gave people the feeling that they would vanish in the next instant merely by looking at it. From ants to great sovereigns, it treated all alike.
Even Wuluo, an Eighth Heaven Heavenly Lord who had already touched upon Creation, felt only one thing as he was enveloped by that immaculate light: he was doomed. In heaven and earth alike, no one could save him.
At the same time, he understood all too clearly that what he was experiencing did not even count as an aftershock. At most, he was seeing the effect of the divine ability through an image—not even witnessing it directly at the scene.
Yet even so, it stirred such emotions in him, a Heavenly Lord who had watched eras rise and perish.
This power truly treated all alike. No matter how high one stood, facing it led to the same outcome.
At this moment, he could no longer imagine what Zhao Cheng, the true target of the divine ability, was actually enduring.
Elsewhere, at the prism anchor created by the Purple Moon Empire, the imperial commissioner finally relaxed as the Purging Void Light descended.
To be honest, the data detected by the Empire's scanning module just now had frightened him somewhat. At its peak, Zhao Cheng's mass had actually approached one million standard units.
For an individual lifeform from low-dimensional spacetime to possess such strength was simply fantastical.
One had to know