The heavens and earth turned pitch black.
The power of the Mysterious Heaven Ceremony was eroding everything in the Realm of Ex Nihilo; countless deaths of the Mysterious Heaven Ceremony almost infinitely stacked their existence and will, eroding everything, becoming everything.
The wind became Him, the light became Him, everything became Him. To defeat Him, one would need to defeat the entire world.
This is not impossible, but under the constraint of time, it becomes impossible.
However, Martial Artists do not care about such trivial matters.
"Why do you... feel the need to pursue what's right?"
An Jing took a step forward, his voice heavy: "Mysterious Heaven Ceremony, why must you seek an answer?"
He asked sincerely, filled with confusion, harboring a silent rage, like magma beneath the earth's crust, thunder in rain clouds.
