Hundreds of light-years away from the Ancient Heaven Star, the silent graveyard of the astral sea was an expanse where even light grew tired and time seemed to lose its forward march.
Yet, across this dead sector, the fabric of space itself was currently torn into thousands of jagged, weeping fissures.
Giant asteroids the size of mortal mountain ranges drifted as pulverized dust, incinerated by the microscopic aftershocks of a conflict that had barely begun before it reached its conclusion.
'Ten seconds.'
The Sun Moon Emperor thought grimly, looking at his dissolving spiritual body and stared back at Spirit Xu Xiansu.
His chest, his arms, and his legs were turning translucent, breaking apart into countless tiny motes of spiritual light that drifted aimlessly into the cosmic dark.
Ten seconds.
That was all it took for Xu Xiansu to completely crush him, making him unable to even fight back.
It had not been a grand war of attrition.
