Epilogue: At the Threshold of Life and Death, Carrying the Past Forward
The sword light that had split open heaven and earth instantly tore apart the Central Abyss and shredded the foundational laws of the Nine Palaces Demon Domain. The demons scattered in panic, and the Heavenly Demon System suffered a crushing defeat.
At that very moment, within the dazzling sword light, Heavenly Monarch Yuanxu—his form and spirit reforged—let his aura unfold. Like the sun and moon traversing the heavens, he distinguished light from shadow and tempered his mind and realm. The most troublesome great tribulation of heart demons had been safely crossed amid that transformation between life and death.
At this point, the overall situation was settled.
Retire after success? What success was there to speak of!
The Creation Sword Immortal had never thought so. He threw back his head and laughed, advancing rather than retreating before the sword light.
At this moment, he no longer had his bone sword, but he still had his fists.
He did not need to look at that face in the sword light, familiar enough to disgust him. He merely felt for it with his fist.
From this day onward, he would never use a sword again!
The sword light remained magnificent and overwhelming, sweeping across thousands upon thousands of miles, invincible wherever it went.
Yet the Creation Sword Immortal was able to locate the sword blade's true body amid such overwhelming sword light.
Fist and sword collided.
Their powers both seeped into one another.
The Creation Sword Immortal had never intended to stop anything on the other side, and the reverse was true as well.
The only thing that clashed was the fundamental nature that had never changed from beginning to end.
On this point, the Creation Sword Immortal believed himself more