After the last two sources of light fell, darkness surged in, so deep that one could not see one's own hand or even perceive oneself, like a mother intent on swallowing someone into her body to gestate them anew.
But before that uncanny peace could last even a second, a light brighter than before swiftly flared.
Like a perfectly round, flawless moon, it radiated a dazzling white glare.
Then a vast storm of light rapidly spread, dispelling every inch of darkness.
But this was by no means a good thing.
Though its form seemed majestic and sacred, any intelligent creature could sense the cold killing intent within that clear, clean light.
Pure. Flawless.
This was no miraculous light endowed with special properties or effects, merely the form of a storm of energy compressed to its utmost limit.
Its sole purpose was to bestow death equally upon everyone.
In a true war of gods, even serving as a bloodthirsty spectator watching the spectacle required strength to qualify.
And faced with Roland and the Serpent of the Sixth Heaven, these two monsters from Other Universes, even the Demon Gods lacked the strength to watch in safety.
Niangniang, the Demon God of Chinese Myth, silently moved as close as possible to the sole remaining intersection with the New Heaven and Earth, making a little more room for the two monsters above.
...And, incidentally, reducing the fallout that reached her.
"Isn't the competition in Other Universes a little too fierce?"
After finally gaining a little breathing room, Niangniang spoke plaintively.
"This is only my personal opinion, but generally speaking, you shouldn't use Roland as an example." The girl with long silver hair, her entire body wrapped in white bandages, spoke in an ethereal voice. "Even among infinite universes, he would definitely be a very