Boom!
A colossal white light flashed across the heavens, and countless cultivators instinctively shut their eyes.
Lu Qing steadied that singular focus of mind within his heart.
The battle in the southeast was unmatched in its ferocity, yet what drew his attention more was the Fate Allotment in the sky, already risen to supreme heights.
No, it could even be said that it was no longer pure Fate Allotment. A supreme aura flowed through it—first a thread, then a wisp, and finally a full surge of supreme presence emerged.
Lu Qing remained utterly still.
This aura had only just been born.
Yet he sensed a trace of familiarity from it.
He had seen it before—or rather, sensed it before.
It was the aura he had sensed from that Broken Sword, a trace of the aura of the Immortal's sword that the Broken Sword had so proudly spoken of.
"Fate Allotment."
"Unification."
A voice sounded from some unknown place.
First, a white light shrouded the heavens and obscured the sun.
Immediately afterward—
The sky truly went dark.
What did it feel like when heaven and earth fell entirely into darkness?
Even Lu Qing's eyes could not make out the slightest thing.
It was as though everything in heaven and earth had been reduced to nothingness, leaving only himself standing within this dark void.
He could see nothing and sense nothing.
In the direction Lu Qing had been watching—
Rumble—
Endless might swept through the Nine Heavens.
A radiance like a bright moon suddenly lit up within his heart.
The bright moon was gentle, yet at this moment it was like a flash of light that scattered the darkness in his heart. This was heart-light. The ancient saying spoke of a pearl hidden in one's heart, capable of illuminating ten thousand blossoms