Beichuan Xuanxin formed a blade with his hand and brought it down sharply on his own brow.
To fight Zhou Yuanjue's immense power—a force nearly unrivaled below King Level—he had to push his own physical abilities and magnetic field to their absolute peak.
And there was only one technique capable of achieving this.
This technique was one he had mastered during the decades he was frozen solid. It was a profound understanding of life and will, forged from decades spent trapped in a state between life and death, sinking into a timeless limbo.
This technique was also the ultimate state of the Destruction Stream—a realm he had conceived of in his previous life but never truly attained.
Destruction — Sever the Self!
This time, the Sharp Sword in his heart was aimed not at another, but at himself.
Within his mind, inside the vast, empty sea of consciousness, a ball of light as brilliant as a Scorching Sun floated in an endless, dark void.
