Southern Mystic Province, Little Wilderness Mountain.
The world-destroying divine light, formed from the Northern King's Extreme Cold Eternal Silence and the Undying Nether King's Nine Netherworld Death Force, vanished in an instant before their eyes.
The change came too fast.
Faster than the very concept of time, faster than thought could follow.
Neither the Northern King nor the Undying Nether King had time to react.
The sword in the young woman's hand left its sheath.
There was only a faint ring, like spring water dripping onto stone or a breeze brushing bamboo leaves.
Yet at that soft sound, the entire River of Time trembled.
One slash!
It was merely a sword forged from ordinary iron. Rough marks left by a mortal blacksmith's hammer still lined its blade.
It held not a trace of spiritual energy, much less any powerful runes or formations.
It was the most ordinary mortal sword imaginable!
Yet at that moment, its edge erupted with the power to tear through past and present!
No immortal sword or divine weapon, whatever its rank, could match that strike!
Where the sword light rose, space and time were cleaved in two!
Past and future lost their connection, and cause and effect were rewritten.
Above the River of Time, that dazzling sword light stretched farther than the river itself, piercing countless Epochs!
Yet no outsider could see that sword light or even sense it.
Otherwise, that one strike alone would have overturned the space and time of every Epoch!
Only the Northern King and the Undying Nether King bore its mark, branded deep into their souls!
They saw the future in which they were slain.
They saw their own inescapable end.
"No!!"
The Undying Nether King let out one final roar, brimming with boundless hatred and defiance. It carried his tenacity