Where the swordlight reached, the collapse of Canaan Sacred City at the level of laws was more terrifying than physical destruction.
In the West District, the solidified molten steel suddenly grew roses, with Alcade's memory fragments bursting from the stamens—he had witnessed the Blood God massacre as a child.
All of Morgana's spells were rewritten in reverse, and the backlash caused ancestral repentant last words to appear across her body.
The mechanical body of the Iron Corpse bloomed with a pure white lotus, with celestial hymns echoing between the gears.
Night Owl's Eternal Night was filled with swordlight, and all shadows began to bleed tears.
The Ghost Prison summoned by Dead Bone transformed into the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, as the souls smiled and feathered away.
Ye Qingzhou hovered in the clouds, the Divine Sword Wuji in his hand, reflecting the horrified faces of the five Martial Saints.
"Martial Saint Heart Image..."
