In the next moment, a shattering sound from the essence of the rules suddenly erupted!
A hand, without any warning, pierced through the cocoon of destiny that was supposed to be unbreakable!
Then it precisely grasped the intangible "throat" of the Prisoner of Destiny!
The immense power not only seized its form but also immediately suppressed all its strength and will.
Unprecedented horror exploded madly in the perception of the Prisoner of Destiny.
The scene abruptly halted here.
...
One hundred thousand years later, at the end of time and space.
The Gods Council was silently solemn, as the voice of Divine Ancestor Xiya resounded like an ancient bell among the stars: "Dharma's Sword has been raised—Doomsday Witch, accept this judgment!"
Countless deities cast cold, disdainful, and even hateful gazes.
Within the sealing, time was forcibly frozen, the Doomsday Witch weakly lowered her eyes, her long hair scattered, like an abandoned doll.
