At the summit of a high mountain, after the old man's words fell, everyone sank into thought.
"Then does Jietian have some other scheme?"
"Not necessarily. Don't forget, the protagonists of this calamity are the human race, and martial arts were also forged step by step by humanity!"
"That's right. Those few Supremes of the human race couldn't possibly have failed to notice. Or perhaps they had long since..."
Bzz—!
The vast Universe trembled lightly, as though someone had pressed the pause button.
A moment ago, the Godfall phenomenon that had been spilling, twisting, wailing, and reflecting the ultimate terror of nine Deities suddenly froze in place.
Immediately after,
The hundreds of millions of savage cracks spread throughout the void closed on their own; the nine-colored origins tangled and splashed across the heavens rapidly faded; the phantom faces of hundreds of millions of terrified, despairing Deities silently dimmed...
It was as though an invisible eraser had descended upon the canvas of the Universe, wiping everything away stroke by stroke.
In the blink of an eye, it had been wiped spotless!
No remnants, no lingering echoes—as though the simultaneous fall of nine Deities, which had dimmed the stars of the entire universe and made the souls of all living beings tremble, had never happened at all!
The countless beings of the Universe, who had just erupted into turmoil because of the Godfall, still had their thoughts trapped in the suffocating sensation of that ultimate annihilation. Yet before their eyes lay only... empty, deathly silence.
It was as though a portion of the universe's memory had been forcibly erased.
This utterly abrupt "erasure" was even more terrifying than the Godfall itself. It carried an unquestionable... absolute tyranny!
Amid this bewildered, suffocating silence,
"Hiss..."
At the summit of Hidden Heaven Pavilion, Dao Fruit