Junhao, Seeker of the Dao

Billions of miles away, in a stretch of void.

Junhao, Wanxiang, Kurong, Haoqiong, the Golden Flood Dragon Demon King, the Eighteen Saints of the Divine Continent, and more than ten Hunyuan Saints whose auras were weak and whose appearances were utterly disheveled stood frozen in the void like clay statues.

Everyone stared toward the distant ruins of the Heaven-Patrolling Hall, where Dust-Cutting Cliff had once stood, their eyes filled with indescribable shock and bewilderment.

The edge of the collapsed space was so smooth it made one's heart tremble, drawing all light and even the void itself into that absolute, bottomless darkness.

Dust-Cutting Cliff—the towering peak that symbolized the majesty of the Heaven-Patrolling Hall and had borne witness to countless ages and schemes—along with the vast territory stretching billions of miles beneath it, had completely vanished. A force beyond their comprehension, one that surpassed even the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World, had lightly erased it from the Primordial World as though brushing a speck of dust from a canvas.

All that remained was a pitch-black hole, like an unhealable scar upon the body of the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World, silently testifying to the terrifying power of Zhang Shuai's Starlight Finger.

Everyone's faces held a bone-deep chill and bewilderment.

Before they had plotted to besiege and kill Zhang Shuai, no one had imagined that this expedition would fail. After all, Zhang Shuai was merely a newly ascended Hunyuan Saint. No matter how heaven-defying his talent or how powerful he was, he should never have been able to survive the siege of so many people.

Yet who could have imagined that Zhang Shuai had truly survived against the heavens?

The Starlight Finger's power had exceeded everyone's imagination. Without question, such a divine ability could only be wielded by a True