An inexplicable turn of events brought even this great battle to a halt. Everyone watched the changes high in the sky.
Every Sacred Relic shone, illuminating the Ten Thousand Worlds and shaking space and time.
Their light pierced space and time, revealing what was false. The Ten Thousand Worlds grew insubstantial; only the Sacred Relics were real.
High above, the light of the Sacred Relics of the Heavens assembled a miniature "world." It radiated a vast, unfathomable aura.
Compared with the Ten Thousand Worlds, this world formed from Sacred Relics felt startlingly real.
The Heavenly Stele, the Ninety-Nine-Layered Stone Steps, the Heaven-Connecting Bridge of Death, and the other Sacred Relics rearranged themselves. Some connection bound them together, as though the pieces of a set had finally been gathered.
It seemed each Sacred Relic was only one part of a single thing.
Within that world of Sacred Relic light, clouds and mist churned around the Ninety-Nine-Layered Stone Steps, obscuring everything.
The steps climbed one after another until they reached the distant heavens, leading into unknown space and time, to a land Beyond the Boundary. They were like a ladder left by the oldest divinities for ascending to heaven.
In the sky of that world yawned an immense chasm, boundless and deep beyond description.
When the Stone Man Kings on both sides looked at it, their Primordial Spirits trembled, as though about to leave their bodies and be swallowed by the chasm.
Now a stone arch bridge spanned it: another Sacred Relic, the Heaven-Connecting Bridge of Death.
It joined the two sides of the chasm, seemingly made for people to cross.
Most of the Sacred Relics of the Immortal Realm appeared to be made of stone.
Ahead of the Heaven-Connecting Bridge of Death stood nine ancient lamps. Their flames flickered fitfully, casting