The sword broke, the cauldron shattered, and all was gone.
Phenomena erupted throughout the Myriad Worlds. Blood rained, the heavens wept, and the light was swallowed whole.
As far as the eye could see, all lay ruined. Everything had become rubble, bereft of life and vitality, with blood and fire everywhere.
The six surviving Weird Immortal Emperors drew divine radiance into themselves. Power from billions of Dimensions flowed into their bodies, replenishing what they had spent.
Those who survived were free to do as they pleased.
"Have Desolate and the others fallen?" one Weird Immortal Emperor asked.
They had witnessed it with their own eyes and done it with their own hands, but Shi Hao and the others had fought so astonishingly that it was hard to believe.
Everything that had happened today would remain a brilliant, undying chapter in the memories of the six surviving Weird Immortal Emperors.
"Search heaven and earth. Probe space-time. We must leave no hidden danger," the Chief Officiant said, his Killing Intent surging. He meant to see this through to the bitter end.
Of Desolate's group, even the oldest, Desolate himself, had cultivated for only a little over ten million years—not even a fraction of their ages. Yet he had already displayed such divine might.
If they failed to kill him completely and gave him another chance, what would become of them?
They dared not imagine what he might grow into.
The six Weird Immortal Emperors joined forces to divine the Great Dao, peer through Past, Present, and Future, and search the Myriad Worlds. They found no trace left behind by Shi Hao and the others.
The past lay before their eyes like lines upon their palms, every detail plain to see.
They could be certain that Shi Hao and the others had left