At that moment, all of heaven and earth erupted into a frenzy.
Indeed, that sword intent had already transcended what all living beings understood as might.
An unrivaled presence swept out from Golden Ao Island, tearing through the Myriad Heavens and Worlds like a force crushing rotten wood.
High above, laws and order surged, rising and falling.
One great star after another shuddered thunderously, bursting with dazzling brilliance too fierce to look upon.
The courses of the starry rivers, unchanged since time immemorial, actually began to shift and distort, tilting slightly toward Golden Ao Island in the east.
Phantom streaks of sword qi swept across the starry sky, tearing countless luminous scars through the heavens, each stretching tens of thousands of miles and lingering long afterward.
Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, chaos churned.
The endless chaos astral wind, ordinarily capable of shredding any being beneath a Sage, now trembled before the sword intent coming from Golden Ao Island. Like subjects beholding their sovereign, it retreated far away, not daring to approach.
Within the chaos, laws and order manifested out of nothing, weaving into densely interlaced Chains of Order. They gave off deep, thunderous reverberations of the Great Dao, as though even the Heavenly Dao itself were making way for this Sword Dao aura.
Beneath the Nine Netherworlds, the Yellow Springs churned.
Along the Wangchuan River, countless resentful souls wailed as they prostrated themselves, trembling before the presence above.
At the East Sea Shore, every body of water shook.
In the farthest reaches of the Western Desert, Buddha light dimmed.
Throughout heaven and earth, countless cultivators emerged from their cave abodes and gazed eastward.
Their expressions varied, as did their reactions, but every pair of eyes reflected the same light from the same direction.
It was the sword light that soared