Across heaven and earth, chaotic beings rose one after another and rampaged in every direction. Not a trace of dusky yellow swordlight remained. Everything that was not of chaos had been devoured.
Had the Pure-Yang Sword Heir been devoured by the beings in the chaos?
The thought rose unbidden in everyone's mind.
In theory, it was only natural.
The nine strongest Dao Children of the Fallen Immortal Realm were each a full major realm above him. Add the most elite Dao soldiers from a hundred billion great worlds, assembled into the mightiest formation, and even a seventh-step Dao Integration Nirvana cultivator should have died beneath such power.
You should be dead!
How much better that would be! Only you would die, instead of dragging so many others into the grave with you!
Countless human and demon beings cursed him.
"He's not dead!" Butterfly Immortal suddenly said, her voice grave.
The colossal chaos avatar moved at their will. It strode forward, dragging a chaotic river of stars behind it, and punched at a seemingly unremarkable patch of space. Heaven collapsed, earth split, and the river of stars rolled backward.
Amid the destruction, the rules of the Six Paths of Reincarnation blossomed. The Heavenly Human Path, Asura Path, Human Realm Path, Ghost Path, and the others appeared before the human and demon cultivators. Profound beyond measure, they transcended cause and effect. Their rules were stern, exacting, and orderly, as though the true Six Paths of Reincarnation had descended.
This inheritance from an overlord of the endless starry sky seemed to have no limit. Compared with what the Pure-Yang Sword Heir had displayed last time, its might had increased by far more than dozens of times.
Within the Six Paths, the heavenly humans were handsome and beautiful, the Asuras had three heads and