A gigantic warship traversed the void, its surface covered with an array of dazzling runes.
Zuo Xiaoluo stood on the deck, protected by a layer of energy from the chaotic void currents above.
She quietly gazed ahead, involuntarily reminding herself of the battle she had with the Heavenly Dao Will.
Finally, when she embraced the determination to die, she swung her blade with certainty, knowing somehow that it could annihilate anyone.
This feeling was something she had never experienced before.
Looking back now, she realized that to swing that blade again, she might need to be plunged into such a desperate situation.
Zuo Xiaoluo took a deep breath, feeling the changes within herself.
She slowly extended her hand, her right hand condensed a mass of energy that could corrode and kill everything.
Yet, in her left hand, there was a surge of energy full of vitality.
These energies were perfectly balanced and intertwined within her, each minding its own business.
