Then every living thing on that massive world felt it.
Their cultivation began dispersing. Their life force started unwinding. Their souls separated from their bodies. It wasn't violent—it was inevitable. Like watching a film play in reverse, existence itself retreating.
Billions of Cinderfiends across the planet suddenly realized they were dead. Had been dead. Would be dead. Time became meaningless as Death Rule rewrote their timeline.
Lord Ashclaw—the Supernova Rebirth demon who'd planned the invasion—was in his throne room when it happened. He'd just received news that the invasion had failed, that all his forces were being slaughtered.
Then he felt it. Death. Not approaching. Already here. Already happened. Already inevitable.
He had just enough time to scream—"WHAT—"—before his entire existence was erased.
His cultivation: gone.
His soul: dispersed.
His body: returned to fundamental particles.
A Supernova Rebirth realm demon, extinguished like a candle.
