Chapter 1968: Light Against Darkness (1/2)

Though time forever flowed, a few things and certain people would remain the same. Though time was a merciless destroyer, it couldn’t erase them all.

While inside their own epoch on the river of time, Samsara and Saint kept quiet in this eternal scene.

There were too many familiar feelings; the things here were everything to them. The ones they loved and those who loved them were here. However, it was no longer the same; all have turned to smoke and ashes.

Both have experienced too many things. Others would spend a lifetime and wouldn’t gain a sliver of experience like them.

A Saint was emotionless but so was a dark overlord. Time had corroded their heart, leaving only a single intent.

After so many years, light and darkness continued to exist; so did their battle. Perhaps today would be the long-awaited resolution.

“How can the light exist without the darkness?” Samsara made his move by taking everlasting steps forward.

One step was the grand dao of an epoch. There was no need for techniques and variations. His darkness engulfed where he stood on the river of time.

The darkness was everywhere. It didn’t need to kill with the blades, just its omnipresence. It didn’t matter who one might be, even the emperors would be swallowed by this darkness and erased into nothingness.

“The myriad ages will s.h.i.+ne, as long as my heart has the light!” Despite the overwhelming darkness, Saint was still radiating with holy light.

“Boom!” With his chant, his wings and radiance soared to the sky and began to wash the darkness away from the entire epoch.

His light was also omnipresent, reaching every nook and corner with its majestic grandeur. The noise of cleansing could be heard everywhere. The darkness was receding like the tides.

Those who were strong enough to watch this scene were amazed. The guy was capable of ruling an entire epoch, a power beyond most emperors.

“Clank.” As the light was combating the darkness, Saint slashed straight at Samsara.

This slash crossed through the entire epoch. Time and s.p.a.ce no longer mattered. Even defensive measures were useless because this sword cut through one’s origin.

If successful, it would be as if Samsara has never existed in the first place. How strong he was actually didn’t matter.

“Buzz.” The light illuminating the epoch became even more dazzling. Saint has made his holy mark in every inch of the land. It was as if he wanted to refine everything in order to completely eliminate any trace of Samsara.

If an emperor was a victim of this strike, then there wouldn’t be anything left of him. No one would know of his tales; such a person would cease to exist.