A moment later, Lord of Glory's body turned into countless motes of light and fragments, vanishing without a trace. Sui Xiong did not stop it, merely watching as His corpse completely dispersed.
When a man died, his debts were settled. Desecrating corpses had never been Brother Xiong's hobby.
Having dealt with the true culprit, he stood where he was, considering what to do next.
Now that the Great Cycle had collapsed, the myriad worlds were rapidly disintegrating. Before long, every world would cease to exist, returning to the chaotic turmoil of primordial Chaos.
Perhaps Sui Xiong could return to his old trade and play the role of a "fulcrum" once more. With him as that "fulcrum," the Great Cycle might perhaps be built anew. But that would be a matter for the next era; everything in this era would crumble into ashes and vanish forever.
Would that really be all right? Perhaps he should try to save this world one more time?
But... with the world already like this, could it truly still be saved?
He pondered for a long while, then let out a deep sigh.
"Hard! Too hard!"
Destruction was easy; construction was hard. Lord of Glory could destroy the world, and he could easily beat Lord of Glory to death, yet he had no way to save the world Lord of Glory had destroyed.
Around him, countless worlds collapsed and turned into turbulent currents of the Great Cycle. Those currents collided and converged without end, growing ever more violent and powerful. One world after another, trying desperately to hide or defend itself, was destroyed by them. The utter annihilation of the Great Cycle era was not far off.
Sui Xiong looked at the sight before him and fell into deep thought.
He vaguely felt that this world