All the cultivators looked toward Sky-Pillar Peak. The phenomenon that had just shaken heaven and earth had been utterly staggering. Ancestor Tianhe, a half-step grandmaster, had not even left ashes behind. Such was the terrifying might of Heaven's Way. Awe filled their eyes, and none dared draw too close. They retreated toward the outskirts.
The dark clouds gradually dispersed. A glimmer of light shone through the pale gray heavens, and the vault overhead slowly thinned until a streak of azure appeared.
At last, daylight blazed bright.
Xiao Buyi, an elder of the Vertical Sword Sect, had once said that the Secret Realm trial would end when daylight blazed bright. Of the more than two hundred people who had entered the trial, only ten or twenty remained alive to leave.
Some had reaped rich rewards and rejoiced at returning with their hands full, such as Bi Yunfei, who had disguised himself as Tong Chen of the Three Pure Ones Sect. Others had endured untold hardships and were simply grateful to have survived the calamity, such as Cui Zhixia.
Each harbored their own thoughts, their expressions varied...
What none of them knew was that far above, beyond the endless turbulence of space and time, in the vast, unreachable sky tens of thousands of miles overhead, an incomparably brutal battle had only just entered its final stage...
The heavens there resembled a glazed goblet crushed by terrifying power. The sky, once filled with drifting white clouds, was now covered by a purple-black veil-the chaos qi left behind by colliding laws of heaven and earth, so thick it would not disperse.
Above that veil still hung several clusters of fireworks that had yet to burn out completely. Crimson-gold, deep-blue, and silver-white masses of light flickered like embers on the verge of dying. Each cluster