Within Extreme Evil Demon Lord's Primordial Spirit perception lay endlessly changing scenes: blue skies and white clouds, Dao-Lost Chaos, bustling marketplaces, Heavenly Sovereigns expounding the Dharma, battles of life and death... It was as if his Primordial Spirit had suddenly connected to the souls and Primordial Spirits of every living being in the Myriad Worlds, seeing what they saw and sensing what they sensed.
That lofty feeling of controlling everything, that dazzling swaying, that immense quantity which even a Half-step Golden Immortal's Primordial Spirit could not swiftly adapt to—all of it gave Extreme Evil Demon Lord's Primordial Spirit the sensation of swelling to the point of bursting. Amid confusion and dizziness, it stalled for an instant.
Thus, the pitch-black, terrifying coffin-like Ten Thousand Evils Coffin Auspicious Cloud also paused slightly in its operation. Its boundless protective divine radiance rippled faintly, losing its nimbleness and becoming rather stiff.
At that moment, the black-and-white Sword Light seemed to fly in from beyond the heavens, carrying the dreadful ending aura of being at the end of the road and fated to fall. It slashed viciously at Extreme Evil Demon Lord's Ten Thousand Evils Coffin Auspicious Cloud.
With no time to use any Supreme Divine Ability for defense, nor to unleash his natal Spirit Treasure, Seven Evils Mountain, Extreme Evil Demon Lord could only watch helplessly as this Sword of Ending struck directly upon his Auspicious Cloud.
The ink-black Ten Thousand Evils Coffin Auspicious Cloud contained, within every drop of "ink," the ceaseless destruction of normal minor worlds and the birth of worlds of extreme evil. It emitted dreadful black light of decay, malice, curses, and more, as though anything touched by them would be corroded, defiled, twisted from its true self, and filled with frenzied resentment.
Without seeing them, one could never know