Even though this sword might have lost its purpose, in this situation, every bit of the unknown is a hope for victory!
However, hope and miracles, such words in this cosmos, are forever the cruelest comfort.
Countless civilizations destroyed by the Mude System, countless wailing lives, all once yearned endlessly for the appearance of a miracle, yet, in the interstellar claiming that everything is possible, the only miracle that appeared belonged to humanity.
Even humanity's miracle wasn't truly a miracle at all.
So, in the moment Shen Shi made his move, everything vanished.
Be it the Pasture Master or all the fantasy warships, they all disappeared abruptly in this way.
They were erased from existence itself by Shen Shi from the temporal dimension.
"This is the power of dimensions..." Shen Shi looked at his own palm.
He easily resolved the enemies entangling him for over ten thousand years, yet Shen Shi felt not much joy in his heart.
Instead, there was a faint sense of loss.
