The small sun in the void caused by Yuan’s sacrifice did not fade until many moments later, and when it finally did, Yuan and Angela were nowhere to be seen, as if they’d been erased from existence.
Yet, nobody moved or spoke, merely staring at the empty void with blank expressions on their faces.
After a long moment of silence, someone finally broke the silence and muttered in a dazed voice, "S-Soul... Soul Rupture... the Divine Paragon detonated his soul just to defeat that monster..."
Soul Rupture functioned similarly to Dantian Destruction, a forbidden technique in which a cultivator destroyed their own Dantian—the very source of their cultivation—to unleash immense destructive power. Naturally, such a drastic measure was only taken in the most desperate life-or-death situations.
When a cultivator used Dantian Destruction, their cultivation would perish entirely. However, there remained a slim chance that they could survive and eventually rebuild their Dantian.
Soul Rupture, however, was different. Although it was several times more powerful than Dantian Destruction, there was no coming back from it. Using it meant certain death, and even the soul itself would perish afterward, leaving the individual without any chance of reincarnation.
Because of this, almost nobody would dare to use such a technique, even in the face of certain death. At the very least, death still offered the possibility of reincarnation, whereas Soul Rupture erased even that final hope.
Hell, even a madman would hesitate to resort to such a technique.
"Yuan... why...?" Yan Hara fell to her knees and muttered in a voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz from a mile away, tears streaming down both sides of her face.
When she had asked Yuan how he intended to live as both the Divine Paragon and Yuan, his answer had been to kill off the Divine Paragon. Because of that, she already knew that the Divine Paragon would eventually die.
However, she had never expected Yuan to use Soul Rupture—a technique that would kill both of them. This made her wonder if something had gone wrong.
"Why...?" Xiang Biyu mumbled, her face dazed and her eyes unfocused. "Why did this have to happen?"
The Holy Maiden standing beside her remained as still as a statue. Although her expression was hidden behind her veil, tears could be seen dripping from beneath it, staining her pure-white robes with dark spots.
Unfortunately for everyone present, the situation was far from over. Before anyone could truly mourn the Divine Paragon’s death, a familiar presence suddenly enveloped the area.
"T-This pressure?! That monster didn’t die?! How is that possible?!"
Panic erupted among the people when they realized that the Absolute God—the Forsaken that the Divine Paragon had sacrificed his life to kill—was still alive.
"I am getting out of here!"
It didn’t take long for people to start fleeing from the venue.
However, before they could get far, a massive barrier rose around the area, completely trapping them inside.
"Who gave you insignificant insects permission to leave?"
An unfamiliar voice resounded through the area. Then, right before everyone’s eyes, many of those who had tried to escape suddenly exploded into bloody mist, dying in the same gruesome manner as Qian Chu had earlier.
In the blink of an eye, thousands of people perished. Because there were so many of them, their blood did not immediately vanish; instead lingering in the void like raindrops.
A moment later, the people finally saw the one behind the voice and the slaughter—a beautiful woman with features strikingly similar to the Forsaken the Divine Paragon had killed.
"H-How...? Where did she come from?!"

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