The holy light was resisting the sacred sword so the slash couldn’t reach Samsara’s origin.

“The eternal light will never falter!” Saint let out a battle cry. His boundless holy light continued to fill the sky.

However, the strings of light were peeling and undergoing a fundamental change, revealing their original nature.

They seemed to be liquefying and started to flow while gaining life, no longer being a concept of power or affinity. These strands now shouldered the faith and hope of countless beings in an epoch.

“Boom!” The strands gathered together in...