The explosion of faith energy tore through the cosmos like a supernova. Entire constellations vanished in its wake, reduced to nothingness. Space itself twisted and screamed under the force of Fan Shen's final, desperate gambit.
Yun Lintian stood at the epicenter, his body wreathed in the combined might of the Primordial Gods. The God of Light's radiance shielded his front. The God of Darkness's void absorbed the aftershocks. The God of War's crimson fury reinforced his bones. The God of Balance stabilized the chaotic energies around him.
And yet—
CRACK!
His barrier shattered. Golden blood sprayed from fresh wounds. The sheer force of the blast sent him skidding backward through the void, his boots carving trenches through reality itself.
But he stood.
When the light faded, the devastation was absolute. The battlefield—what remained of it—was a graveyard of broken space and dying stars.
And at its center...
