One sword slashed across heaven and earth!
That supremely sharp strike, born of the Star-River Scroll and its two-dimensional painted space, cleaved through the sky and the Two-World Vajra Womb Formation. Everything in its path shattered, split clean in two.
All of heaven and earth fell still.
Wind and rain, the natural motion of the cosmic stars, the ever-present currents of fierce wind—all froze. All died.
In the end, nothing remained but a straight sword mark running from the Future Buddha Child's brow to his groin, and another on the Xingtian Divine Son.
"I..."
The Xingtian Divine Son's eyes bulged like a frog's. Utter terror filled him, yet his whole body had gone limp.
Boundless darkness surged in from every side, slowly snuffing out every flame of life.
Death felt so real that he could scarcely believe it, as dreamlike as an illusion.
Here, in the heart of the Xingtian Dao Court, beneath the radiance of the divine path, he was going to die. He was going to die!
Like the chickens and ducks offered up in sacrifice to heaven, he was going to die!
How was that possible?
How could he accept it?!
It shouldn't be happening. It couldn't be happening. This wasn't real!!!
"No!"
"No, no, no!"
The Xingtian Divine Son let out a shrill roar.
Astonishingly, he still retained his consciousness. His organs of speech still worked.
That sword had been too fast! Too sharp!
It had cut through him in an instant, severing his soul, divine body, and core of divine-path incense faith. Those sentient parts of him had not even realized they were already broken.
But these were the last signs of life he would ever show.
Agony struck.
"No..."
Amid a wretched howl, the Xingtian Divine Son suddenly broke apart, his body collapsing into