Yellow sands stretched as far as the eye could see.
Apart from the spiritual energy storm unleashed by Old Devil Bliss's death, the desert was deathly still, its silence almost frightening.
Of the hundreds of thousands of living beings that had once inhabited it-cultivators, mortals, birds, and beasts-only a handful of cultivators remained, still desperately holding on.
Liu Yu swept his gaze casually over the scene and saw nothing but ruin and desolation.
Sometimes, life was simply that fragile.
That strike from the spirit treasure had primarily targeted Old Devil Bliss, without deliberately aiming at these lesser beings at all.
Yet even so, they could not withstand so much as a trace of its aftershocks.
Perhaps their fate had already been sealed from the moment the two men arrived.
Within the light cone, all was fate!
Whoosh~
High in the sky, Liu Yu stood with sword in hand, his Starcloud Body's pressure bearing down in every direction as his robes snapped in the wind.
Having used the Ruined Sword to slay Old Devil Bliss in a single strike, he now felt something peculiar.
It seemed that there were further variations to that strike.
His cultivation had previously been too low for him to perceive them, but now that he wielded it again at the nascent soul fifth layer, he distinctly sensed something left unfinished.
After that strike, it felt as though an enlightenment had been interrupted at its crucial moment, or an exploration of the Yin-Yang Great Dao had been halted at its climax. An intense sense of loss and regret rose within him unbidden.
That strike felt unfinished.
After a moment of silence, this thought flashed through Liu Yu's mind.
He lowered his gaze to examine the Ruined Sword and quietly reached out to its sword spirit with his