In the war between All Saints and the Ancients, this fragile world could no longer hold on and began to fall into complete destruction. The terrifying space-time turbulence permeated every corner of the world. The immense, boundless force of karma generated from the annihilation of all things swooped toward the few individuals on the battlefield.
However, it failed to even stir their figures. For beings like them, who had long been impervious to all laws, the karma of such a small world's destruction amounted to nothing more than a gentle breeze brushing against their faces.
Lu Yu quietly observed all these changes. The power of the Saints exceeded his imagination, as did the terrifying nature of the world's destructive karma. Merely observing from a distance set his soul into a frenzy of warnings. But to these individuals, it seemed as though it didn't exist at all. Perhaps even if the Three Realms were destroyed, they would still be able to wander freely.