A star at the height of its brilliance instead appeared wrapped in endless darkness.
All its light had been swallowed. None could reflect outward. To every living being beneath the heavens, it felt as though the entire world had fallen into darkness.
As that dark star of destruction descended, every Dao Child and Sacred Son of the Ancient God Domain felt an icy chill.
They all understood: life and death had truly arrived at their door.
The feeling was utterly foreign to them. Born into privilege and raised among the foremost powers of their realms, they had always been extraordinary. Death had remained distant, never quite real.
But now it was here.
Some panicked. Yet the minds of most Dao Children instantly settled like still water. They did not fail the sects that had raised them; they grew colder and more rational.
Under their lead, the Myriad Heavens Primordial Hell True Formation swiftly recovered from its disorder.
Within moments, it ran with greater efficiency than before, drawing in spiritual energy and starlight from every corner of the cosmos. It resisted the terrifying pressure that permeated everything and carved out a world of its own within the Solar Sword Domain of destruction.
"Stars of the heavens, Four Spirits Unite!"
The Heavenly Fortune Daoist Heir and the Weaving Cloth Sky Spider Sacred Son burned their flesh and souls as they shouted.
Across the formation, the Dao Children of the Ancient God Domain made the same choice at the brink of death. It was the right one. Resolved to fight as though they were certain to die, they burned everything they had to seize the greatest possible chance of survival and carry their Dao Paths forward.
Boom!
Rumble!
Countless stars began to move and shift. The seven southern mansions of the Vermilion Bird,