The silence enveloped the dilapidated Ancestral Hall, as if in the long silence even time had lost its meaning.
It wasn't until the radiant yet annihilating sword light dissipated, as if it had never appeared, that the remaining six Angel Kings awoke from a short lapse, their expressions gradually recovering with an almost imperceptible trace of confusion.
Their thoughts seemed to remain at the moment before witnessing that singular sword of the Eternal World.
Here, memory presented an extremely tiny gap, and even with the Position of Angel King, possessing near-immortal Spiritual traits and vast knowledge, they could not bear the memory of that sword that obliterated the only one in this world and erased causality.
Instinctively, they wanted to continue the conversation or thoughts from before.
But as the words reached their lips, they suddenly paused, a sense of indescribable dissonance, like sand stuck in gears, caused their fluent thoughts to stick.
