The Savior Heavenly Emperor and the World-Ending Demon Buddha fought savagely. Every casual strike was enough to shatter the Myriad Realms. Such combat power shocked all of antiquity and the present, leaving the newly enlightened Other Shore Practitioner, Great Emperor True Martial, trembling in fear, his eyelids twitching as though he were caught in the aftermath and could not escape unscathed.
Were these two truly still Other Shore Practitioners?
The so-called Other Shore was merely a puppeteer standing upon the stage and manipulating marionettes. Yet these two had smashed the stage itself. Even the Ocean of Time had been shattered, grinding everything away. Even if the puppeteer wished to act, there was nothing he could do.
"One force shatters ten thousand laws!"
Ancient Buddha Bodhi spoke gravely. The Other Shore Practitioners all possessed great wisdom, and light flickered in their eyes as they glimpsed the possibility of a second great path to Transcendence.
One symbolized the end and apocalypse, while the other symbolized the Golden Great Era. They were manifestations of an era, each holding one-third of the Dao Fruit. The mysteries within could not be described in words.
As the creator of the world, Yuanshi Tianzun sat at an infinite height, standing before World-Creation, at the very instant time had just been born. He watched these changes coldly. The outcome had long since been decided.
After a moment of silence, Amitabha, the Demon Emperor, Fuxi, and the other Other Shore Practitioners ceased watching the battle between those two freaks and instead began saving the world, guiding the sentient beings away.
The Dao Fruit of this era had already been taken by the Three Pure Ones. There was no meaning in fighting over it. Their hope lay in the New Era.
"Crack—"
Jianmu, which supported heaven and earth, crashed down.