The voice was quiet, but the moment it reached their ears, it seemed to possess a strange power that soothed every trace of panic.
It was Ning Hongye!
The gale whipped her black hair into disarray, laying bare the icy aura that warned everyone to keep their distance.
The Red-Robed Deacon, Augustine, was still undergoing a furious reaction, preparing to blow himself up and take everyone with him. He had swollen into a glowing blue sphere.
The capillaries beneath his skin had burst. The higher-dimensional energy pouring from the Divine-Status Shard had scorched rings of black cracks into the surrounding space.
He watched Ning Hongye approach and let out a piercing roar:
"It's useless! This is the self-destruction of a higher-dimensional god's essence!"
"No physical law in this three-dimensional world can stop a godhead from collapsing!"
"Come to hell with me, you lowly—"
Augustine's words cut off.
Ning Hongye had stopped five paces in front of him.
Her flawless face showed no expression.
She raised a pale hand and gently pinched the edge of the blood-red ribbon wrapped over her eyes.
Then, under everyone's gaze, Ning Hongye drew aside a corner of the red ribbon that had sealed her power for nineteen years.
Swish!
Her right eye was revealed.
It was not an eye a human should have.
Within its narrow socket were no ordinary pupil, but two black pupils side by side, deep beyond measure!
In their depths, there was no light and no reflection. There was only an endless void, as though chaos had just parted and the universe had yet to take shape.
Illuminating All Things!
All powers fell silent!
Hum—
No beam shot forth. No energy erupted.
The instant the gaze of Ning Hongye's double-pupiled eye settled calmly on Augustine,
heaven and earth fell into absolute