The land beyond the world seethed, as though a vast cosmos had appeared, condensing and creating all things and seas of stars. Everything had become beyond words.
In a mere instant, the being wielding the battle spear seemed to become indescribable. The vast cosmos, all things, and seas of stars seemed to move with him, born and extinguished with a flick of his fingers.
Such mighty power truly horrified past and present, making ancient history rustle and sending towering waves surging through the rivers of time.
All of this happened in an instant, born beneath the hands of the being wielding the battle spear, like a mottled ancient scroll slowly unfurling, writing out the past and future and decreeing every cause and consequence.
This was an End of the Path level being. At such a level, every movement was an immense opportunity for the world, pointing out the most resplendent road ahead and expressing the pinnacle of the Myriad Worlds.
Unfortunately, however, few could appreciate or even see this scene, this magnificent vista, this majestic spectacle.
Boom!
The being wielding the battle spear called himself the Chief Priest and intended to perform a great sacrifice upon a realm of the Myriad Heavens. Perhaps he was very powerful, but beneath that sword light carrying an entire expanse of ancient time, even he seemed somewhat insignificant.
The land beyond the world could be seen seemingly losing its continuity, divided into countless segments. It simply defied all reason, severing everything.
Had he avoided its edge for the moment, he might still have had a chance to survive.
Yet to keep the great sacrifice underway, to protect that ancient land beyond the world, engraved with the mottled aura of immeasurable epochs, he met it head-on. Even if he wanted to withdraw at the last