The sun!
The sun fell into the river of stars and plunged into the scroll, tearing everything apart.
Countless fragments scattered; countless fragments turned to ash. It was only a painting of a Jiangnan water town. How could it withstand the sun's heat and destruction?
The scroll broke apart and turned to ash in the searing heat.
Then what of the people and things within the painting?
Amid the river of stars, in the ashes of the Jiangnan Water Town Scroll, countless blood beetles also turned to ash. They were no different from the fine, unending rain drawn in ink. Billions of terrifying beetles that devoured everything were reduced to ash before they could display their might, dying for nothing.
Through the drifting ashes of the scroll, the head of a battered puppet and one or two puppet arms barely held together by a few threads fled frantically into the distance.
"Alas..."
"Beside a true immortal, my talents are no more than weeds. Utterly insignificant."
The azure-robed youth sighed among the stars.
He knew why.
This painting lacked time. It lacked cause and effect. It had no soul. It was not a complete scroll at all. It had not even reached the pinnacle of space. Its Five Elements were passable, as was its yang, but its yin-aligned Dao had yet to reach a satisfactory level.
By yin-aligned, he did not mean Taiyin or cold.
Everything was relative. To the sun, yin might have something to do with dark matter. None of it had been taken to its limit.
So even against a gravely wounded Celestial, his strike had failed to kill in one blow.
"There's still a gap between me and the Immortal Orders' Dao Children..."
Jiang Ding murmured.
Clang!
The ringing of sword Dao resounded in every direction.
His