Cold, silent outer space—pure vacuum, utterly soundless.
Sound requires a medium to travel, yet only the saber-light continues to extend—one unwavering belief forging an eternal, immovable tableau, illuminating the starry sky with a crystalline brilliance that pierces through the ages.
Super-Solid Inner Origin surges and roars.
Crystalline Consciousness Power shines with diamond-like clarity.
Countless Consciousness Star-Maps orbit around him.
At the uttermost extreme of terror—the Consciousness Berserker State—already possesses unimaginable power. Now, with the reborn consciousness space and crystalline Consciousness Power, it produces a truly inconceivable might.
"For my family."
Most crucial of all: this saber expends everything!
This is the radiant saber-light Andrew Han etched with the last of his emotions and blood, squeezing out every ounce of Consciousness Berserker State—like a masterful brushstroke painting rivers and mountains across ten thousand miles.
Shhrrk!
Azure blade-light.
It achieves eternity in this world.
Even the Law Realm guardians standing on Antarctica sense it and raise their eyes toward the heavens. Though their sight cannot pierce the atmosphere, their perception can.
"What's going on? What happened?"
"What's the situation—has Han Supreme killed that terrifying giant Demon, the Cedar Colossus?" The Law Realm guardians exchange uneasy glances, fear growing in their hearts.
Without a doubt.
Undisputed.
This Cedar Colossus has already surpassed the category of upper-class giant Demon—almost transcending Law Realm Supremes.
At this moment, the Law Realm guardians, though possessing great power, cannot see clearly and do not know the outcome. But this does not represent the majority of the world... The satellite footage records everything!
Artificial satellites fall into three categories.
Above Antarctica, three polar satellites faithfully broadcast this eternal, unmoving scene to countless households, filling the entire world.
People saw it.
Everyone was utterly shocked, stunned, not knowing where they were.
Before them, only that dazzling blade-light spanning outer space; below, the blue Earth, its vastness truly awe-inspiring, but even that cannot compare to the blade-light.
In the cold, silent outer space—a single blade splits it!
Earth's majestic expression sketches eternity.
"So beautiful, so wonderful."
"We finally won. We did it."
Countless people leap to their feet, tears streaming down their faces, their shouts like surging waves—only hysterical passion can describe their feelings at this moment.
Passionate and stirring, their hearts surging!
The masses boil over, the world stirs!
How long have people prayed in silence, waited quietly, endured oppression—now, the world's fervor burns fiercely, intensely, the world trembles!
Madness!
Most people are about to go mad!
From the moment all Law Realm guardians set out for Antarctica to begin the deadly battle, until final victory, more than three hours have passed. People's emotions have remained taut, their hearts heavy, never relaxing for a moment.
Now, at last, there is utter relief.
Words, lyrics, songs—all are powerless. Only primal, instinctive shouts can express these feelings.
The most primal sounds interpret the purest emotions.
...
"We won! We won!"