Just as boundless magnetic storms erupted at the southernmost reaches of Southern Heaven, breeding savage thunder that rampaged across a thousand-li radius,
Weapon God Ziyu drove his long chariot through the void, gazing north at the seemingly limitless stars filling the heavens.
He drew a deep breath to suppress the joy and relief welling up in his chest.
At this moment, the fighting at the southernmost reaches of Southern Heaven had gradually subsided.
The gods gathered here had finally abandoned all their delusions and fantasies.
The vast divine armies under their command boarded flying ships and warships, withdrawing from the area one after another.
This meant that the Wooden Sword Immortal's condensation of a star was now a foregone conclusion.
It also meant that this world now had another mighty God-Emperor whose strength approached that of an Ancestral God.
For an instant, Weapon God Ziyu actually felt somewhat dazed.
For tens of thousands of years, mountainlike pressure had weighed upon his heart. He had also prepared to sacrifice his life for righteousness after Zangtian fell, smashing the cauldrons and sinking the boats.
Now, with the desperate battle he had anticipated no longer possible and that crushing pressure swept away, Weapon God Ziyu could not immediately adjust.
A powerful sense of emptiness mingled with unreality, spreading throughout his body and battering his mind.
At the same time, the joy of victory nearly made him lose his composure.
Since Ziyu had ascended to godhood, they had marched out from the Demon Realm Battleworld, won more than a dozen great victories over the gods, and slain no fewer than a thousand Star Gods and Wild Gods.
Yet those wars had actually been meaningless. They could neither change their circumstances nor reverse the Human Race's fate of extinction.
Only today's battle had truly let