Lin Moyu tore through the nebula and stepped into the Ancient Battlefield. Beneath his feet floated giant, colossal skeletons. A cultivator in white stood atop a shattered sword, the corners of his lips curling upward. "For two hundred thousand years, you are the first living thing to dare set foot in this place." When the ice-blue sword light tore through the vacuum of absolute temperature, ten thousand ancient stars responded in unison, condensing into a sword array for execution. Lin Moyu's eyes burned with a will to battle, folding the space of the entire stellar region into a shield. Black holes billions of light-years away shuddered in response, and the broken swords of the Ancient Battlefield resonated in unison: "At last, an opponent worthy of execution." At the moment their blade tips crossed, billions of stars extinguished and reignited. "Those old fellows who claim invincibility in the Tribulation Transcendence Stage—"
"They are even more eager to cross swords with you."
Space... shattered. It was shattered in a way mortals could not comprehend, like a thin, transparent pane of glass suddenly cracking into spiderweb-like pitch-black fissures under the gaze of an unseen presence. These fissures frantically spread, expanded, and devoured the light, ultimately forming a deep, swirling vortex that connected two worlds impossible to measure by distance.
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