Clang, clang, clang, clang!
Countless fathomless, jagged rifts spread across the void in an instant.
Through them, one could glimpse what lay beyond: higher realms far larger than the Mortal Realm, richer in spiritual energy, and governed by more stable laws.
Like soap bubbles, those higher realms drifted past the rifts at different speeds, utterly unaware that annihilation was upon them.
And this was merely the shockwave from the cannon blast.
The fabric of space-time could not withstand the Mortal Realm Cannon's strike and had begun to fracture on its own.
A dazzling beam, hundreds of thousands of light-years wide, erupted from the cannon's muzzle.
It made no sound, yet surpassed every sound in existence.
It had no substance, yet erased everything in its path.
It was not energy, but the reduction of all things to zero.
Following its preset trajectory, it tore into a higher plane in a way no living being could comprehend.
In a Spirit Realm, on Floating Cloud Immortal Mountain.
A white-haired Mahayana patriarch with an unfathomable aura leisurely sipped ten-thousand-year immortal tea in a palace among the clouds, instructing several exceptionally gifted granddisciples in the essentials of cultivation.
Suddenly, the old man's mind shook. The jade cup shattered in his hand, and he stared into the vast void in horror. "No! A great calamity is—"
Before he could finish, the palace, the mountain, the patriarch, his granddisciples, and even the entire Spirit Realm's vast mountains and rivers, trillions of cultivators, and countless living beings
were erased like a pencil drawing beneath an eraser. They vanished in an instant, leaving not a speck of dust or a single remnant soul.
In a Demon Realm, within Ten Thousand Bones Bone Hall.
A Mahayana demon patriarch who ruled hundreds of millions of demons sat high upon a throne