Center of the black hole.
The fragmented body of the Martial Ancestor still maintained a forward-leaping posture, standing frozen in place. The eighteen types of frenzied Power of Dao entwining his entire form began to disintegrate inch by inch, like ice and snow thrown into boiling water!
On his face, filled with battle intent and wildness, there was no fear, no regret, but instead, a slowly, clearly emerging smile of utmost purity, utmost satisfaction, and utmost relief.
That smile traversed millennia, carrying the deepest hope and recognition for those who came after:
"It's really... exhilarating..."
"You must... win!"
And then he turned to ashes and smoke.
Yet the sword light that severed the Martial Ancestor, the Desolate domain, and shattered the spatial barriers did not pause even for a moment due to the demise of the Martial Ancestor.
Instead, the sword momentum grew stronger, and the sword intent was even more resolved!
