The sunlight was bright, the city clamored, and all seemed peaceful and serene.
Yet in Chu Mo's eyes, this "normal" Xu Capital looked even more eerie than it had when the three horrors were vying for supremacy.
Every person in the city, from City Lord Zhao Shou to the street vendors, from decrepit elders to innocent children, was meticulously playing the role of "themselves."
Some inspected the lives of the common folk, others wandered the streets and alleys; some leaned on their canes with smiling eyes, watching their grandchildren play.
If not for the word "Multitude" appended to each of their names, no one could have spotted anything amiss.
The entire city was putting on a performance.
For whom?
Naturally, for the Mystic Womb Incarnation, the strongest being in the city, its only "audience," and the only "individual" not yet swallowed by the "Multitude." "Heh." Chu Mo sneered. Who were they trying to frighten with this little show?
A Great Sun suddenly manifested behind him and rose high into the heavens. Its blazing might was impossible to look upon, even eclipsing the sun of eternal night in one stroke to become the capital's only sun.
Its radiance shone in all directions, scouring away the foul darkness!
Faced with this blazing sun of true yang, the city's inhabitants seemed oblivious. They continued their usual tasks without so much as raising their heads. They certainly knew how to keep their composure.
Chu Mo delivered that ill-timed quip, then pressed his right hand downward.
The Great Sun Dharma Wheel trembled slightly. Like the Great Sun falling and the firmament collapsing, it dragged a long tail of golden flame behind it and slammed down upon the entire city. Light-light that devoured everything, heat that purified everything.
Streets, houses, and the busy [Multitude] melted away