The crack seems to be the center of everything, yet it also appears to be the origin of everything.

It seems black, yet it also seems white.

Everything within becomes chaotic and indistinguishable.

And everything caught in it becomes part of this chaos, unable to leave.

Thus, Chen Kuang finally understands.

With this sword strike, Huo Hengxuan cuts through this space!

Chen Kuang is terrified, but he has no way to make any move.

Because at this moment, he can only watch helplessly as that extremely slow sword continues to descend.

He is too slow, only able to exist in this space, unable to reach Huo Hengxuan, or the space where the Yang Kingdom’s army is.

Of course, if he did reach it, he would probably still not escape death.

Huo Hengxuan’s gaze is very calm, his actions are also very calm.

He calmly uses his sword to point downwards, gently slicing, then naturally lets his hands fall.

One stroke, just like that, comes to an end. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

The world before them turns incredibly peaceful and tranquil.

Because, except for the three of them, apart from heaven and earth, everything else has disappeared...

Chen Kuang stares, almost open-mouthed in shock at the scene before him, unable to help but curse inwardly.

Holy crap...

The barren land is devoid of any grass, flat and empty, every building and all other things have vanished without a trace.

Those sixty thousand troops seemed never to have appeared.

"Whoosh..."

The sound of the wind seems particularly loud across this vast wilderness.

Chen Kuang and Su Huaiying exchange glances, both feeling a shiver, isolated and helpless.

Huo Hengxuan before them turns around and asks:

"Do you think this sword was beautiful?"

Chen Kuang and Su Huaiying immediately nod vigorously: "Beautiful, so beautiful."

Huo Hengxuan exhales deeply: "Again, a lie."

Goosebumps rise on Chen Kuang’s back, a chill runs from his spine to his brain.

Huo Hengxuan chuckles, glancing at him: "Why so tense?"

Chen Kuang lets out a dry laugh.

Huo Hengxuan suddenly says:

"There’s something I wanted to ask you, didn’t get the chance... also felt sorry to you, so I didn’t say."

Chen Kuang immediately nods solemnly: "Please, speak!"

Huo Hengxuan’s figure begins to dissolve, fading into fragments in mid-air.

Chen Kuang subconsciously breathes a sigh of relief.

It seems Huo Hengxuan is finally going to leave...

Huo Hengxuan’s voice comes from the void, echoing in Chen Kuang’s mind: "Now I give you this sword, consider it your reward."

"Do something for me."

Chen Kuang stares at the vast empty world before him, silently replies: "Please, senior, say."

Huo Hengxuan says: "When you get to Jie Lan Temple, help me find someone."

"Show her this sword, and ask her if it’s beautiful."

...

Chen Kuang and Su Huaiying walked for ten minutes, finally leaving this barren wilderness with nothing left.

But Zhang Zhizhou now doesn’t know where he’s gone.

Chen Kuang decides to first find a place to hide, then wait for the guy to come and join.

After searching for a while, he only finds a ruined temple.

Chen Kuang sits down, starts a fire, thinking he seems to have missed that Lai Zitou Daoist again.

During the previous preparations for the alliance, he already probed through the Demon Race.

The Prince’s Mansion was already empty.

Wen Chi led his troops into Zangfeng State, the first to respond was the Prince Jingnan’s Mansion, and almost all its forces joined Wen Chi’s army.

At this moment, the mansion is nothing but a desolate garden.

The Lai Zitou Daoist had already seized the chance to flee...

As Chen Kuang is thinking this.

"Hehe, are you looking for this poor Daoist?"

A raspy, unfamiliar voice suddenly rings out.

Chen Kuang turns abruptly, seeing from behind the pillar of the ruined temple, strolling out a grinning Daoist, old and ugly, with handcuffs and shackles.