While Sunday and Nero were exchanging questions and answers, three puppets of the Order took the stage amid golden radiance.
They were called the "Drama of the Past, Present, and Eternal."
These three puppets looked very similar to the three Nero had sent flying earlier. They could even be said to be exactly the same.
However, their names were respectively "The Past," "The Present," and "The Future."
And besides these three, countless more puppets descended. The ceiling of the Grand Theater opened, letting in even more dazzling light.
Sunday himself was also bathed in that sacred radiance.
"I have learned of your resolve."
"Now, I grant you all the right to gaze directly at the sun."
"Upon these 107,336 Foundations of Stone, the Chord of Harmony, the omnipotent and almighty, is at my command. The Tuning Master of All Praise."
"Grand Choir, Dominicus!"
Under that magnificent light, Sunday's figure dissipated and changed before everyone's eyes. In the end, a huge, sacred golden figure emerged.
It was like the divine statue of a god worshiped, believed in, and prayed to by countless people. Amid the notes of praise, it waved its conductor's baton, making every note fall perfectly into place as all bowed their heads!
It was now the divine master of the "Grand Choir," into which Sunday had ascended, Divine Sunday.
BOOM!
Almost at the instant Divine Sunday's ascension was complete, enormous beams of light descended from the sky. The surging Imaginary energy instantly struck the three puppets that had seen Nero and were preparing to flee.
Following close behind was a rain of light formed from even more beams. Imaginary energy briefly washed over this place, successfully turning the "Drama of the Past, Present, and Eternal" that had not yet had time to escape from the puppets of the Order into a pile of ashes.
The sudden bombardment also left Divine Sunday puzzled. When he looked over, he saw, "Ten thousand blazing suns soar through the blue heavens, eight thousand Milky Ways fall into the celestial river!"
"The Azure Dragon coils and dances, chasing lightning, while the divine ships and ten thousand armies overturn the raging waves!"
Countless gates of light opened in the sky, and one black corporate battleship after another poked its head out. The cannons, overflowing with Imaginary energy, were still hot from bombarding the enemies below.
The Cloud Knights fleet tore through the sky, leaving behind dazzling streaks as they too carried out a bombardment.
The Cloud Knights who had disembarked held weapons in their hands, their momentum surging like a rainbow, covering the heavens like dark clouds made of lead, hanging above Divine Sunday's head.
The Divine General from the Xianzhou Luofu and the former Imbibitor Lunae from the Astral Express stood in the void.
The enormous Xianzhou Luofu could not be seen in its entirety, only its dark, oppressive underside, as though another magnificent planet were crashing toward Penacony.
This sight left Divine Sunday frozen in place.
After receiving information related to Nero from Lario, he had imagined such a scene. He had never expected that when he truly witnessed it, it would be at this moment.
After a moment of distraction, Divine Sunday realized one thing, this would also be the moment when his great undertaking succeeded or failed.
The shadow of an Azure Dragon coiled around the heavens. A golden giant shadow rose from the ground, and thunder weighing ten thousand jun descended with a crash through the clouds. All he saw was the dragon opening its eyes, while the giant shadow raised its blade.
The two who had fought side by side countless times once again stood together, their coordination between each other as seamless as it had been back then.
"Hidden Moon in the Cave Heaven, Azure Dragon, Purge the World!"
"Resplendent Divine Spirit, heed my command, Slay Without Mercy!"
And so, the golden divine spirit brought down the long blade that stretched across the starry sky, while the giant dragon coiling around the stars also transformed into divine radiance and charged downward. The enormous pressure instantly enveloped Divine Sunday.
Divine Sunday had no time to concern himself with Nero and the others. He urged his power to resist the pressure brought upon him by Jing Yuan and Dan Heng. At the same time, he saw something even more terrifying gathering in the sky.
It was common knowledge that the Xianzhou people were extremely ruthless when dealing with their enemies, but Sunday had never imagined that they could be ruthless to this extent.
When he raised his head against the pressure, all he saw was a sea of light. Looking carefully, it seemed as though two blazing stars had risen in Penacony's sky.
At some point, Luofu had adjusted the direction of its bow. The energy within its main cannon was restless, already aimed at Divine Sunday.
And beside it...
Little Lan looked firmly downward, locking onto Divine Sunday. This little cat cake opened its mouth, and some indescribable power gathered within it.
The next moment, Luofu's main cannon fired. That beam of light descended upon Penacony with irresistible force.
The Memory Zone was almost completely burned away the instant it made contact, and the dreamscape gradually collapsed in the process.
The attack gathered in Little Lan's mouth followed close behind. The little cat cake spat out an arrow shining with brilliant light.
Compared with the bombardment of Luofu's main cannon, that arrow was as tiny as a firefly, but its light was so dazzling and its presence so overwhelming that even the terrifying, immense power of Luofu's main cannon was inevitably drawn toward it.
For an instant, Divine Sunday was dazed. He hallucinated the divine figure drawing a bow and thought that the Xianzhou had directly summoned that Aeon of the Hunt.
Luofu and Little Lan's attacks were even faster, arriving before him in an instant. Divine Sunday could only hurriedly block them, with almost no time to think.
And when he caught this attack, he realized in an instant that it was an attack he could not block.
The previous second, he understood what "When the Heavenly Bow descends, life shall never return to its path" meant.
The next second, Divine Sunday's divine body cracked apart inch by inch, vanishing into nothingness.