The weight of whole Humanity descended upon Yu Xuan.
Not killing intent.
Not suppression.
But something far heavier.
It was as if countless lives, countless histories, triumphs and failures, hopes and sins – all of them had turned their gaze toward him.
Yu Xuan's Sword Domain trembled.
The Garden of Death withered as spectral figures froze mid-attack, their forms blurring, unable to advance further.
Yu Xuan clenched his teeth.
Blood trickled from the corner of his lips, yet his back remained straight.
He refused to kneel.
Ximen Juesheng did not press further.
The Human Destiny Spear moved.
It was a simple thrust.
No radiance split the heavens.
No domain unfolded.
No killing intent.
Yet that simplicity was precisely what made it terrifying.
Before Yu Xuan could even comprehend the motion – before pain, before fear, before thought.
He vanished.
Erased from the face of the realm.
Dead once more.
Ximen Juesheng exhaled slowly, a faint groan escaping his throat.
