Who wins?
Who loses?
Under the gaze of many powerful figures, the aftermath slowly dissipates, revealing the scene after the fierce battle.
In the shattered universe, destruction fills every corner, seeking to annihilate all things, while beyond the force of destruction lies the endless force of life, continuously repairing the cosmos.
Amidst the destruction and rebirth, stands a figure shrouded in a black robe.
He wields a sword.
Standing tall and straight.
Long black hair billowing.
His eyes look down majestically, invincible across the world.
More terrifying is the fact that around him stand two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Dao rules.
Opposite him, the arrogant Hall Master Zhao kneels on one knee, his right arm severed, face pale, on the verge of collapse.
Seeing this scene, there's no need to say who the victor is.
"Xuan Cosmos, we shall meet again!"
Hall Master Zhao glanced coldly at Liu Che, intending to leave.
