The surging sound waves shattered inch by inch beneath Liu Qi Sha's feet.
His gaze was solemn, his robes stirring without wind, as though heaven and earth themselves had bowed low before him.
Suddenly, he raised the Immortal Brush in his hand, held two fingers upright before his chest, and spoke in a deep voice:
"By the bloodline of my Liu Clan, I invoke the Three Thousand Great Daos. Once this erasing stroke falls, I command the Eternal Great Daos—all shall return to nothingness!"
Boom—!
The instant those words rang out, the entire starry sky wailed.
Billions of rays of light poured down from the Heavenly River, like countless Great Daos forced to bow their heads, converging upon that single stroke.
In an instant, countless imprints upon the Great Dao Ranking trembled violently, as though ancient gods spanning eternity had been called by name, releasing despairing wails.
Countless cultivators across the Three Thousand Immortal Territories shuddered in silence, feeling their minds forcibly crushed into the dust, stripped even of the right to breathe.
Liu Qi Sha stood outside the East Heaven Star Gate, the Immortal Brush suspended in the air, its faint glow red as blood.
His expression was cold and stern. Without speaking another word, he slowly lowered the brush tip toward the Great Dao Ranking.
The first stroke.
The starlight abruptly went out!
The name of a Great Dao belonging to an ancient Dao lineage on the ranking suddenly blurred.
In the blink of an eye, the mountains and rivers of that Immortal Domain, billions upon billions of miles away, resonated together. Layer upon layer of mountain peaks collapsed inch by inch, billions of cultivators wailed, and the aura of their Great Dao was abruptly extinguished.
Countless phantoms of Ancestral Spirits emerged in the vault of heaven, as