440: A line across the sky, and the Eastern Regions submit.

On Enlightenment Cliff, that figure in a green robe was like a nail, firmly driven into the hearts of all Dao Integration Great Powers.

"Speak, why have you come to see me?"

Shen Yuanmo's calm voice resounded again, devoid of any pressure, yet it was more suffocating than any pressure.

Outside the mountain gate, there was a deathly silence.

Old Ancestor Ziyang, who had been so arrogant before, and the mysterious existence of the Tianxuan Divine Dynasty.

At this moment, they were like roosters whose necks had been squeezed, unable to utter a single word.

Their Divine Sense screamed wildly, issuing warnings.

The person before them was not a Void Realm Cultivator at all.

Beneath that extremely restrained Aura lay a deep abyss of Chaos capable of devouring all things.

Just by looking at him, they felt their own Dao Laws tremble, as if they could be assimilated and erased by that Chaos at any moment.

Their Hedao Realm cultivation, which they were so proud of, seemed so ridiculous and fragile in front of this person.

Regret spread uncontrollably in everyone's hearts.

They shouldn't have come!

They shouldn't have had their minds clouded by the Taiyi Sword Sect's tempting offer.

But since they had come, they couldn't just sneak away without saying a word.

If they did, where would the dignity of their respective Sects, and the entire Eastern Region's existing powers, be placed?

The silence continued for more than ten breaths in a maddeningly oppressive atmosphere.

Finally, from the war chariot of the Tianxuan Divine Dynasty, pulled by nine black flood dragons, a sinister-looking old man bravely stepped out.

He forced a smile, uglier than a cry, and bowed distantly to Shen Yuanmo.

"Fellow Daoist Shen... your Divine Might is unparalleled, we are utterly impressed."

The old man's voice was extremely dry, and every word was spoken with great difficulty.

"The Taiyi Sword Sect acted against the Dao, poisoning the Eastern Region for millions of years. Its destruction today is truly a blessing for the Eastern Region. Fellow Daoist Shen's actions have immeasurable Karma."

He first offered a series of compliments, trying to ease the deadlock.

"We have come together today with no ill intentions. It's just that the territory and resources left by the Taiyi Sword Sect are of great importance, affecting the future structure of the Eastern Region for millions of years."

"We believe that this matter should be discussed at length, and a comprehensive plan should be jointly deliberated, only then can..."

His words were cut short.

On the mountaintop, Shen Yuanmo suddenly moved.

He merely raised his hand casually, gripping the dull, unlit longsword that had appeared in his hand at some point.

Then, he gently waved it downwards.

There was no world-shattering Sword Light, no roar of Laws collapsing.

Only a faint gray thread, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, flashed from the simple and unadorned sword tip.

That gray thread seemed not to exist in this space-time.

The moment it appeared, it had already crossed a hundred thousand li of sky.

It landed with pinpoint accuracy, a hundred zhang in front of the uninvited guests: the Phoenix Divine Boat of Ziyang Holy Land, the Nine Dragon War Chariot of Tianxuan Divine Dynasty, the White Jade Palace of Jade Void Palace, and others.

Tsk—

A faint sound, like fabric tearing, echoed.

The next instant, a scene that made all Dao Integration Great Powers' souls leap out occurred.

The Void Realm where the gray thread had passed was as if grasped by an invisible giant hand, then violently torn apart.

A bottomless, pitch-black crack, no more than three chi wide, appeared out of thin air.

Within the crack, there was no light, no sound, no matter, only a pure, soul-stirring nothingness.

The black chasm silently spanned before everyone, like an eternal scar, dividing heaven and earth into two distinct worlds.

A terrifying Sword Intent, capable of annihilating Divine Souls and erasing all Laws, emanated from within the chasm.

"Not good!"

"Retreat! Quickly retreat!"

Old Ancestor Ziyang, closest to the chasm, instantly turned ashen.

Without thinking, he frantically activated the Phoenix Divine Boat beneath him, and amidst a mournful Phoenix cry, he retreated ten thousand zhang!

The Dao Integration Great Powers of the other forces reacted similarly.

One by one, as if they had seen a ghost, they piloted their respective flying Magic Treasures, scrambling to escape backward, fearing even a trace of the black Sword Intent.

They had a strong intuition that even a slight brush with that Sword Intent would severely injure their Dao Bodies and Primordial Spirits, or even lead to their demise!

In the blink of an eye, the once imposing allied army had retreated tens of thousands of li away.

Each of them looked at the black crack spanning heaven and earth with lingering fear, their eyes filled with endless terror.

One sword!

Just a casual sword strike!

It had split heaven and earth for a hundred thousand li, creating a chasm that even the Hedao Realm dared not approach.

What kind of power was this!

This had completely exceeded their understanding!

What Hedao Realm Great Perfection, what Half-step Mahayana, all seemed so pale and powerless before this one sword.

Old Ancestor Ziyang, who had been thinking of dividing the spoils, now felt his hands and feet turn cold, a chill shooting from his tailbone straight to his crown.

Discuss? Divide?

What would they discuss with, what would they divide with?

Their lives?

In the face of such absolute power, any scheme, any alliance, was just a joke.

In front of the mountain gate, Myriad Laws Daoist and Qing Xuzi and the others were completely dumbfounded.

They gaped, staring blankly at the black chasm that seemed capable of devouring everything.

Then they looked at the figure on the mountaintop, who remained calm and composed, their minds a blank.

So this was Elder Shen's true strength!

Even destroying the Taiyi Sword Sect earlier might not have been his limit.

Just as everyone's minds were greatly shaken and they struggled to compose themselves.

That calm voice once again came from the mountaintop, like a final judgment, clearly falling into everyone's ears.

"Beyond this line is your world."

Shen Yuanmo's gaze swept over the fleeing divine boats and war chariots, his tone utterly unperturbed.

"On this side of the line are my rules."

He paused, then uttered the last three words.

"Cross the line, die."

Boom!

As his words fell.

It was as if an invisible heavy hammer had struck the hearts of all Dao Integration Great Powers.

The old man from the Tianxuan Divine Dynasty, who had still held onto a sliver of hope, could no longer maintain his composure. He collapsed onto the war chariot's deck with a thud, his face ashen.

Die.

A simple word, spoken from that person's mouth, yet it carried an undeniable, powerful force.

They had no doubt that if they dared to make the slightest move, the next moment, that gray thread that tore through heaven and earth would fall upon their necks.

"Go! Quickly!"

Old Ancestor Ziyang was the first to react, letting out a terrified shriek.

He no longer cared about the Holy Land's reputation or the Eastern Region's structure. He frantically activated his divine boat.

Changing direction, it transformed into a purple stream of light, fleeing towards the distant horizon without looking back.

Where there was one, there were others.

"Quick! Leave this place!"

"This person is a devil! A god! Invincible!"

The Nine Dragon War Chariot of the Tianxuan Divine Dynasty, the White Jade Palace of Jade Void Palace, the enormous black lotus of the Myriad Devil Hall... all the top forces of the Eastern Region, like stray dogs, turned their heads in a rush.

They used the fastest speed of their lives, scrambling to escape this place of terror that would forever be etched in their memories.

In an instant, the area outside the Taiyi Mountain Range returned to tranquility.

Only a black chasm, spanning a hundred thousand li and exuding the Aura of the Great Void, remained.

Silently proclaiming the end of an old era and the dawn of a new one.

From this day forward, the Eastern Region would have only one voice.

On the mountaintop, Shen Yuanmo quietly watched the streams of light disappear into the sky, his eyes as calm as an ancient well.

He slowly sheathed his sword and stood with his hands behind his back.

His gaze passed over the chasm before him, looking towards the more distant and vast depths of the starry sky, in the direction of the Central Continent Divine Land.

"The Eastern Region... is just the beginning."

A soft murmur, scattered by the wind.