"To think even the Celestial Realm was eroded so quickly... The Two-Digit Domains are all gone?!"
Inside the Sword of Mythological History, seeing the Celestial Realm already half-devoured by the End Emptiness, a lingering fear arose in the hearts of many gods.
In such a short time, all the Two-Digit Domains had fallen.
If the World-Honored One had not led them away in time, the vast majority of them would likely have been buried along with the Celestial Realm.
"Fortunately, our Lord took in the mythological history of the pantheons..."
Even the Two Goddesses could not help but feel a sense of relief.
Looking at the pitch-black tyrant outside the sword, they could not help but remark.
"If not for this, the End Emptiness might have devoured even mythological history itself."
Su Mo's Sword of Mythological History acted as a seal on mythology, ensuring that mythological history itself would not be devoured by the End Emptiness.
This was also why the Celestial Realm had become a ruin.
It was not that the End Emptiness had completely devoured the Celestial Realm; rather, Su Mo had absorbed the Divine Realms of the pantheons into his longsword, treating them as vessels for mythology.
Had they not made the right choice and pledged themselves to Su Mo, even mythological history itself would have been left incomplete.
"It's not entirely my doing," Su Mo said, shaking his head to correct them.
"In fact, if you hadn't fled, the End Emptiness would have been busy devouring you and wouldn't have expanded so quickly."
The two events were related; it was precisely because Su Mo had emptied the Celestial Realm that this happened.
"..."
You really have a way with words.
The Two Goddesses were speechless for a moment.
If we hadn't fled, we would have been completely annihilated. We can't be expected to sacrifice our lives just to slow the End Emptiness's expansion, can we?
They did not voice this complaint, partly out of reverence for Su Mo, who now held the power of life and death over mythological history, and partly because they had sensed something else.
"My Lord, be careful!"
The Two Goddesses cried out in warning.
"The End Emptiness is moving!"
—!
The formless, pitch-black storm surged forward, flying straight toward Su Mo.
Even before the Two Goddesses cried out their warning, Su Mo had already detected the End Emptiness's movement.
Facing this tyrant of the end, Su Mo showed no fear. He swung his sword, unfurling the Three Thousand Worlds.
The Sword of Mythological History swung, its scroll-like form unfurling like a fan. Then, with a power that surpassed even a Simulation Star Chart, it blasted toward the pitch-black storm.
Three Thousand Worlds, the Void Star Taisui, Beyond the End, the Creator Mother Goddess, the Garden of Eden...
All the power of every pantheon, every cosmology, and every Simulation Star Chart throughout human history erupted at once.
A power that could destroy a universe merely by its activation resonated under the guidance of the Sword of Mythological History, its might continuing to increase exponentially.
In that instant, the Sword of Mythological History unleashed a force capable of destroying the very structure of the multiverse.
Never in the history of the Little Garden had there been a greater divine power.
"What a magnificent resonance..."
The billions of gods who had devoted their entire beings to the Sword of Mythological History began to tremble at a resonance of a magnitude and scale never before achieved.
For the proud war gods among them, they would have willingly paid any price for this single moment of supreme power.
Under Su Mo's command, they felt a power they had never known before.
"Will we win?"
Even facing the End Emptiness, the gods did not lose courage. Instead, a faint sense of anticipation grew within them.
If this one strike could utterly slay the End Emptiness...
VMMMMMM—
The moment the sword's light and the pitch-black storm clashed, an invisible shockwave pierced through the entire Celestial Realm.
End. End. End. End.
The concept of termination, carried by the pitch-black storm, instantly disintegrated more than half of the brilliant divine light.
The authority to unconditionally end any and all stories was unleashed.
The golden divine light was dyed pitch black. Before the End Emptiness, neither divinity nor faith was an exception.
PCHI!
In the very first moment of the clash between the pitch-black storm and the mythological epic, the epic was instantly routed.
Even a power that could destroy the structure of the multiverse could not destroy the concept of the end itself.
"How can this be?!"
Inside the divine sword, the faces of some gods were etched with horror. They still could not see a limit to the End Emptiness's devouring power.
"Calm yourselves! Support our Lord with all your might!"
The World-Honored One shouted, maintaining the sword's power output.
The Two Goddesses issued the same command. They all knew what they had to do.
The path to victory was for Su Mo to find; they needed only to obey.
Seeing the gods return to their posts, their obedience absolute, Su Mo spoke. "You are one aspect of a perpetual motion machine's Spiritual Status. Therefore, you cannot be ended."
Su Mo was articulating, with far greater precision, a secret the Salvation Group had discovered in their own world.
His Host Authority unfurled, and the Spiritual Status of the mythological epic instantly increased severalfold.
By solving the enigma of divinity, he had granted both himself and the pantheons a boost to their Spiritual Status.
This was a sign of recognition from the very core of the Little Garden.
But more important than the increase in Spiritual Status was the fundamental change in its nature.
If divinity was a creation of the Third Stellar Particle, then the billions of gods were now the vessels of a perpetual motion machine of the third kind.
And a perpetual motion machine of the third kind cannot be so easily ended.