The sword of the Myriad Heavens Primordial Hell True Formation hung in the sky.
It was a sword strike of endless light!
Accelerated electromagnetically through six worlds, the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword reached the speed limit of this realm. Its sheer speed went beyond that limit, tearing through the chaotic laws formed by the mingling of countless laws. With pure force and pure speed, it shattered every art under heaven.
At such speed, the flying sword lost its physical form and became a sword-light of destruction with both wave and particle properties, reflected in the eyes of every Dao Child of the Ancient God Domain.
That familiar-looking strike sent a chill through every Dao Child. They sensed something different.
The essence of the strike had changed enormously. The total matter and energy of the flying sword remained the same, conserved as before.
But its matter and energy had been restructured, undergoing a transformation that turned heaven and earth upside down!
It was a violent, extreme change aimed directly at their laws and formation. In an instant, stabbing pain pierced the souls of the Dao Children. It was like ice crystals meeting flame, night meeting light, yin meeting yang—two utterly opposed existences.
"What... what is this?"
The Weaving Cloth Sky Spider Sacred Son and the Heavenly Fortune Daoist Heir recoiled in shock.
In scarcely an instant, their opponent's sword path had changed beyond recognition. It was a realm wholly strange and unknown to them, one they could not comprehend.
"Fools!"
"Who cares what it is!"
"There's a gulf between our mastery of the arts and his mastery of the sword, wide as heaven itself!"
The Demon God Sect's Eight-Armed Daoist Heir was like an ancient Buddha reborn, normally still as an undisturbed well, indifferent to all things. Now he could not