A Limitless One had died.
To call his death heroic would be a stretch. It had taken only a single slap.
But it had hardly passed without a sound. The Chaos Sea itself had churned; the commotion was no small thing.
Everyone stood silent and somewhat stiff, staring at the place where the Demon of the Dao's Opposition had been. No one said a word.
The atmosphere among the many Great Powers was strange.
A moment ago, a Supreme Powerhouse who stood at the very summit of the Chaos Sea had been there.
Then the winds and clouds had shifted, and he had fallen. His body was dead, his Dao extinguished, never to be seen again.
It was bewildering.
His fall was absolute. Even the Demon of the Dao's Opposition's Dao had been wiped clean, without a drop remaining.
Just like Pangu years ago, legends and traces of the Demon of the Dao's Opposition still existed in the world, but he was dead for eternity.
No legend or trace could serve as a foothold for his resurrection.
The enormous palm of the Great Dao that had blotted out the sky and sun had vanished.
After crushing the Demon of the Dao's Opposition, it had immediately merged back into the Chaos Sea. The power of the Great Dao Matrix within it had dispersed like smoke.
It was as though nothing had changed, as though that palm had never appeared.
But the Demon of the Dao's Opposition's death was the strongest proof that it had.
Everyone knew who had killed him. They knew why he had died.
They were familiar with the voice that had sounded when he died, and they understood what it had said.
They understood all of it.
Yet a long silence held them. No one spoke, as if