The magnificent spear stood like a pillar of heaven.
At this moment, piercing through the vault of the sky, it plummeted toward the earth and ocean, stirring layer upon layer of violent storms.
Ripples visible to the naked eye radiated from the burning red summit of the crystal peak—one layer after another.
Its descent seemed slow, but that was merely an illusion when compared with its exaggerated scale.
The instant it was perceived, it was already within arm’s reach!
“Wenwen!”
The three-headed great serpent emitted a furious roar, its six crimson eyes rising to fixate intently on the falling spear.
Harsh cries echoed ceaselessly through heaven and earth.
Revision after revision, rejection after rejection, shifting between illusion and reality over and over…
All utterly useless!
No matter how much the enemy’s existence was denied or resisted—whether through transformation, the heart axis, or ether techniques—none could deny this pure substance.
Substance equals existence; the gathering of all substances in the world is the Ruins.
Within the purest substance lies the purest eternity.
There is no need for illusions, no room for luck or hope, no despair either; the existence and demise of matter is the very manifestation of eternity itself.