" Ye Changge, you are arrogant!" From the depths of the Sword Universe, an old and angry voice boomed. Immediately afterwards, a gray sword light tore through the sky, like a crack that pierced through heaven and earth, carrying the unique pressure of the Dharma Realm expert, and crushed towards Ye Changge.
The sword light appeared simple and unadorned, yet it contained the sharpness accumulated over countless ages in the Sword Universe. Wherever it passed, space shattered inch by inch, and even light was cut into countless fragments.
"Hmph, you're the ones courting death." The Second Elder's icy voice was like that of ancient ice; before the words had even finished...
A monstrous wave of energy surged around him—the power of the Dharma Realm, pitch black as ink, yet possessing an all-consuming domineering force, roaring towards the gray sword light.
In an instant, the world changed color.
The once clear and bright cosmic void was suddenly torn apart by two extreme forces. Half of the sky was dyed deathly pale by the gray sword light, and the other half was swallowed by the pitch-black energy into an endless abyss.
The entire Sword Universe seemed to tremble violently under the collision of these two forces. Countless stars that depended on the Sword Universe were like candles flickering in the wind, their light shining intermittently, as if they would collapse at any moment.
The power of the Dharma Realm has long surpassed the ordinary beings' understanding of "power".
Those are beings capable of altering the rules of the universe and rewriting the Law of the local world. In the Core Universe, every expert at the Dharma Realm is a walking taboo; they rarely make a move, but when they do, it causes upheaval.
As an ancient power that once ruled over millions of star fields, the Sword Universe, though no longer at its peak, still retains the foundation of the Dharma Realm, which is not surprising.
However, when the Second Elder revealed his Dharma Realm strength, the spectators from Myriad Races still erupted in uproar.
"My God! The Human Race actually possesses a living expert at the Dharma Realm!" an old man from the Beast Universe screamed, his beastly eyes wide open.
It was utterly unbelievable—in the records of Myriad Races, the strongest Human Race was only at the Half-Step Dharma Realm, and had already perished in the great war a thousand years ago.
"How is this possible? Absolutely impossible!" The Snake-Person Race queen's scales bristled, her voice sharp as fingernails scraping against metal. " Human Race have short lifespans and slow cultivation speeds, how could they possibly nurture a cultivator at the Dharma Realm? It must be an illusion! It's a trick that Devouring Imperial Clan!"
"They've gone mad! The Human Race are really defying the heavens..." Inside the Insect Race hive, countless tiny insects buzzed in discussion, their voices coalescing into a wave of fear.
Within the order of the Core Universe, Human Race has always been suppressed by Myriad Races. Now, suddenly, a living Dharma Realm has emerged.
It's like casting a star onto a calm lake, enough to overturn the perceptions of all races.
Little did they know, the Devouring Imperial Clan under Ye Changge's command was a miracle reconstructed with Invincible cultivation—both the First Elder and the Second Elder were genuine Dharma Realm.
Although the Third Elder was stuck at the Half-Step Dharma Realm, he was able to fight against the Dharma Realm by Devouring Bloodline. Such a lineup was enough to make any ancient power take notice.
The Second Elder's move at this moment was precisely to establish his authority by taking advantage of Sword Universe's provocation.
Ye Changge's declaration of "shattering the Sword Universe " was meant to be a warning; if he didn't use overwhelming force to intimidate Myriad Races,
It's likely that more ethnic groups will step forward to test the waters.
Amidst the shock and chaos of the Myriad Races, the gray sword light and the pitch-black energy condensed by the Second Elder collided violently.
"Clang--!"
A deafening roar, seemingly from the very beginning of the universe, exploded out, only to vanish mysteriously in the next instant.
The entire world seemed to have been paused; light froze, energy stagnated, and even time itself lost its flow.
The spectators from Myriad Races were instantly thrown into panic.
"Why can't I hear anything? My ears are ringing!"
"My eyes... I can't see anything. Was I blinded by this force?"
"Damn it! What kind of power is this?! My very soul is trembling!"
Countless roars of shock and fury echoed across various star systems, yet no one could respond—at this moment, neither the cultivators of the Sword Universe nor the Myriad Races watching from the sidelines...
They were all impacted by the turbulent flow of rules generated by the collision of the Dharma Realm, and their senses suffered a brief malfunction.
After an unknown amount of time, the frozen world finally began to loosen.
At the point of impact, the gray sword light and the pitch-black energy transformed into a blinding White Light, like a newly born star, instantly engulfing all the strange phenomena.
After the White Light dissipated, the void returned to calm, as if the earth-shattering collision had never happened.
But everyone knows that this collision was no joke.
A star field at the edge of the Sword Universe completely disappeared, leaving only a Chaos flow of energy; while where the Second Elder stood, although the void was intact, it was filled with an even colder pressure than before.
Who wins and who loses?
Nobody knows.
But the clamor of Myriad Races completely subsided at this moment.
Everyone stared intently at the now calm void, with only one thought in their minds: the Human Race, or rather, the Devouring Imperial Clan, had gained the confidence to challenge any ancient power.