Beyond the small world, in the dark starry void.
A young man in azure robes had eyes as scarlet as blood and as brilliant as a solar furnace. Their radiance had not faded in the slightest with the death of his formidable foe.
The only change was that the scarlet in his eyes had turned a pure, crystalline gold. There was no madness in them; instead, they had grown colder.
Jiang Ding rested a hand on his sword hilt and gazed into the boundless universe.
"Run!"
"The Heavenly Lord is dead! Dead..."
"This isn't the lower realm..."
Countless upper-realm beings wailed and cried out in terror.
Among them were hundreds of thousands of Thunder Division Dao Soldiers from the Nine Firmaments Divine Thunder True Sovereign, as well as hundreds of thousands of Blood Lake Bone Mountain disciples who still retained their minds. They fled in utter panic, willing to burn their vital blood just to get away from that terrifying being, a creature like ghost and demon beneath the skin of a human boy.
Some upper-realm beings lost their heads and fled toward the small world. They soon died.
Far more plunged headlong into the dark, deathly still starry void. They cared about nothing but survival, nothing but escape. Not a trace remained of the lofty airs they had worn as upper-realm beings.
"Sword Dao..."
Jiang Ding ignored the fleeing upper-realm beings and murmured to himself.
His right hand gently stroked his sword hilt.
He had not taken so much as one step beyond the bounds of the Great Sun Boundary-Fixing Formation. Deep within space, the Great Sun Unmanned Space Army Group, led by the space carrier Super-Sun, stirred restlessly.
He sank into thought. No one knew what was on his mind.
"The upper-realm beings lost!"
"They lost in