The dead silence of the Star-Frost Sword Tomb could not detain Lin Moyu. When he pulled the Starfall Frigid Vault Sword from the submitting storm of billions of broken blades and shattered weapons, the core of the ancient battlefield's reshaped Laws transformed behind him into a ceaselessly spinning pale starrung tombstone. Mingcang ultimately vanished into the chaotic rift torn deep within the tombstone, leaving behind only a wisp of broken Dao Rules that lingered and refused to dissipate around the blade of the Starfall Frigid Vault Sword, resembling an unhealable ancient scar along the spine of the universe. Lin Moyu's fingertips brushed across that illusory fissure which constantly pulled at the surrounding starlight, while the ice-soul cold flames in his eyes burned in silence—Mingcang was not the end, but a key to open a deeper prison.
He strode out of that barren graveyard, stepping upon solidified starlight. The gravel starrung beneath his feet, forgotten by time and littered with the colossal wreckage of ancient starships, resembled the skeletal orbit of some immense creature. At the moment he took his final step, the entire sword tomb starrung emitted a hum so deep it reached the soul, and billions of fragments slowly adjusted their angles in the void. Every sharp or blunt edge ultimately pointed toward the direction of his departure, as if bidding a ceremonial farewell to a king who had truly opened the door to the authority of destruction.
The Sea of Heavens was…
Chapter 178