The Golden Emperor reached for Meng Chuan with a palm that held sway over all things. That palm came at him from the past, the present, and the future.
Every possible future converged into one. Timeline after timeline changed, each showing the same outcome: Meng Chuan was suppressed, even slain, by the Golden Emperor.
"Your divine might is formidable, Mother," Meng Chuan praised. "But even you cannot claim every future just yet."
Meng Chuan swept out his hand. The Slay, Execute, Trap, and Sever Swords rang clear, and four-colored Sword Qi spread across the Myriad Heavens and Worlds. In an instant, he established the sword formation and sent it grinding toward Wusheng Laomu's palm.
The Myriad Daos turned to nothing. The Heavenly Laws and Principles of Law were extinguished. A single ripple swept across the Years and the Void.
As sword met palm, Wusheng Laomu showed no intention of yielding an inch, as though this deadliest weapon from all ages meant nothing to her.
Other Shore Divine Weapons had their ranks. The Absolute Blade and Time Blade, for instance, were ordinary Other Shore Divine Weapons.
The Taiji Diagram and Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation were naturally among the very finest, akin to Ancient Ones among Other Shore Divine Weapons—perhaps even Most Ancient Ones.
But the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation was complete only with all four swords and the Zhuxian Formation Diagram to empower them.
Meng Chuan had driven the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords to their limit, yet they were still short of their peak power.
To lack one piece was to lack everything.
The four swords rang as one and met the palm of an Other Shore Being. Meng Chuan strained to glimpse the future, searching for one Wusheng Laomu had not seized, searching for a Sliver of Life.
Boom!
A violent explosion shook