The millstone manifested by the Memorial Tablet was enormous, like the Primordial End Point, devouring all tangible substance; even nothingness could not escape. The skeletal arm filled all of time, past and present, vast and terrifying, its horror boundless.
If these things appeared in the outside world and descended into the present age, any one of their transformations could annihilate existence and nonexistence, fully revealing the profound mysteries of Reincarnation and Eternal Silence.
Yet these mighty fluctuations of Dao and principle were forcibly checked, their unfolding trajectories reversed.
At this moment, no terrifying spectacle appeared, nor did a collision between mighty powers erupt. There was only a "stillness" in which the greatest sound was soundless and the greatest image formless, and everything dissipated.
How horrifying was this?
For a time, the roaring Demonic Creatures all fell silent, as though they had witnessed something inconceivable. They seemed rooted in place, utterly dumbstruck.
These Demonic Creatures knew part of the truth about the Memorial Tablet very well. It had destroyed countless ages and wiped out an unknown number of epochs. Not one world inscribed upon it had survived.
Even after being destroyed and wiped out, they could find no peace.
It was not as though no worlds had ever tried to resist, or no powerful beings had tried to break free. Yet before the Memorial Tablet, everything seemed so fragile. Even those strong enough to obliterate universes and destroy worlds still could not prevail.
From this, it was not difficult to imagine just how powerful it was.
Yet now, before that man, even this mighty Memorial Tablet seemed somewhat fragile. A sweep of sword light was enough to overwhelm it. It was truly frightening.
Could such a being still exist in the Myriad Heavens?
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