The Left Hand of Heaven descended!
Four fingers spread wide, blotting out the sky and sun—no, swallowing the entire universe that was collapsing into ruin!
That hand was far too colossal. Its palm lines flowed like galaxies, its fingerprints rose and fell like black holes, and every inch of its skin exuded an aura beyond an Immortal King's comprehension.
That was true Epochal Power, the manifestation of authority that drove the birth and death of the Myriad Realms and governed beginnings and Finality!
An Epoch Immortal King!
A true Epoch Immortal King!
Su Bai stood in the void, his white robes snapping beneath the formless pressure. The thirteen immortal swords beside him also hummed and trembled.
He stared at that hand, or rather, at the missing ring finger.
The smooth severed stump radiated an incomparably domineering sword intent.
"The end of the Primordial Epoch... so it really was you." Su Bai murmured, realization and battle intent igniting in his eyes at once.
As he had traveled through the various Epochs, he had seen too many ruins and deduced too many possibilities.
Yet the end of the Primordial Epoch alone had been the strangest!
It had not ended slowly. At the height of its prosperity, it had been forcibly snuffed out by some external force.
Now, it seemed that external force had been this hand.
And that severed finger... during the Primordial Epoch, some being had wounded it!
Why the Primordial Era?
Because during the Epoch Calamities of the other Epochs, the Left Hand of Heaven had never appeared!
Other than this time, it had only appeared during the Primordial Epoch!
Who was it?
The answer was already obvious!
Boom!!
The Left Hand of Heaven gave Su Bai no more time to think.
Its four fingers slowly curled inward, and the