Chapter 604: The Final Battle, the Dawn of Ten Thousand Swords

The sky above the God Burial Plain was no longer a sky. It was a bruise, a churning vortex of violet and black where the laws of nature had been usurped. A suffocating pressure, the very will of the Divine Nation's Heavenly Dao, descended like a physical weight, pressing down on the souls of every living being. The air itself felt alien, humming with a hostile power that sought to rewrite reality, to turn friend against friend, and to make the very act of breathing an act of rebellion. Below...