Deathly silence lay over the land of the Primordial World.
The immense chasm stretching hundreds of millions of miles, its depths unfathomable, was branded into the earth like a scar that would never heal.
The gray-white sword intent lingering within it still spoke silently of the terror of that earlier strike.
Countless beings of the Primordial World, whether Daluo Golden Immortals or ordinary cultivators, stared blankly at the chasm, their hearts and souls trembling, unable to settle for a long time.
One sword strike had slain a Sage!
What a world-shaking feat, what an overturning of everything they knew!
Sages were undying, imperishable beings beneath the Heavenly Dao, the supreme rulers of the Primordial World.
Yet today, that iron law, unchanged since time immemorial, had been utterly shattered.
First, Saint Zhunti had been destroyed in body and soul, his sage dao fruit shattered, his demise absolute.
Then Saint Jieyin had been driven to the brink of burning his own origin. Had the Dao Ancestor not intervened, he would likely have followed in Zhunti's footsteps.
All of this had come from one man, one sword.
"Gu Changqing..."
A Mighty Expert struggled to utter the name, feeling as though those few syllables weighed ten thousand tons, pressing down on him until he could hardly breathe.
They could not imagine what terrifying realm one had to reach to accomplish such a thing.
This was no longer something mere divine abilities or magical treasures could explain.
This was the trampling and overturning of the heaven and earth rules at their most fundamental level!
Meanwhile.
Inside Zixiao Palace.
Space twisted slightly, and a wretched figure staggered into view.
It was Jieyin, whom Hongjun had forcibly transported there with the power of the Heavenly Dao.
At that moment, not a trace of a Sage's majesty