This sword strike swept forth in overwhelming grandeur.
What kind of sword strike was this?!
Sword light erupted from the void, initially a mere three feet long, then surged to hundreds of millions of feet in an instant, spanning Chaos and tearing the heavens apart.
Wherever the sword light passed, the Chaos Storms that the Divine Stele had already cowed into utter submission burst apart to either side like brocade sliced open by a sharp blade.
Before the sword light, the Space-Time Turbulence shattered inch by inch like fragile glazed crystal, becoming a skyful of dazzling light that drifted down into the void.
The laws of the Great Dao seemed to fall apart in an instant, fleeing frantically in every direction with piercing wails.
It was as though even the eternally unchanging foundations of their existence were tottering beneath this sword strike.
This strike surpassed the Immortal-Slaying Sword Array, surpassed Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source, and surpassed all the Sword Dao that Sect Master Tongtian had comprehended throughout his life.
For within this strike lay not only the keen edge of a sword, but also the rich potency of wine, the boundlessness of Hunyuan, and the mysteries of the Three Thousand Great Daos.
Ten thousand laws became one; ten thousand Daos shared a single source.
Gu Changqing had condensed into this one sword strike every accumulation, every insight, and every reserve he had amassed over hundreds of millions of epochs within the Primordial World Heaven and Earth.
One sword strike emerged, and Chaos trembled.
Inside the secret realm, Lord Taisu's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
The mockery and smugness he had deliberately maintained on his aged face seemed to freeze in that instant, congealing upon his features.
He stared fixedly at the sword light cleaving toward him from outside