The soundwaves surged to the heavens, yet shattered inch by inch beneath Liu Qisha's feet.
His gaze was solemn, his robes stirring without wind, as though heaven and earth themselves had bowed before him.
Suddenly, he raised the Immortal Brush in his hand, held two fingers together before his chest, and spoke in a deep voice:
"By the bloodline of my Liu Family, I invoke the three thousand Great Daos. Once this stroke falls, I command the Great Daos of the Myriad Antiquity Era—all shall return to Void!"
Boom—!
The instant those words left his lips, the entire starry sky wailed.
Billions upon billions of rays poured down from the Celestial River, as though countless Great Daos had been forced to lower their heads, converging upon that single stroke.
In an instant, countless imprints upon the Great Dao Ranking trembled violently, as if ancient gods of the Myriad Antiquity Era had been called by name and were unleashing cries of despair.
Throughout the Three Thousand Immortal Domains, countless cultivators fell silent as cicadas in winter. They felt their minds crushed into dust, stripped even of the right to breathe.
Liu Qisha stood outside the Eastern Heaven Star Gate, the Immortal Brush suspended in the air, its faint gleam red as blood.
His expression was cold and stern. Without uttering another word, he slowly lowered the brush toward the Great Dao Ranking.
The first stroke.
Starlight was extinguished in an instant!
The name of an ancient Dao lineage upon the ranking suddenly blurred.
In the blink of an eye, the mountains and rivers of an Immortal Domain billions upon billions of miles away shook as one. Peaks upon peaks crumbled inch by inch, countless cultivators wailed, and the might of their Great Dao was snuffed out.
Countless phantom ancestral spirits emerged