Duran looked down at the corpse before him, a savage smile spreading across his face.
In his eyes, promises meant nothing.
Strength was the only true authority.
After obtaining the Plane Origin, he did not linger. He simply drew the same blade he had used moments earlier.
Then he swung.
Rumble!
The heavens and earth were forcibly split apart, leaving behind an enormous rift.
Duran's figure flashed as he charged through the opening.
In the next instant, he disappeared from the plane and returned to the main universe.
…
Meanwhile, within Plane No. 66,666 of the Celestia Universe—
Countless High God-level participants stood frozen in place, completely incapable of moving.
They had been immobilized in all kinds of positions.
Some still maintained the posture of charging forward.
Others had raised their hands and were preparing to release skills.
Yet every one of them was now suspended motionlessly in midair.
