In the Boundless Starry Sky, Zhang Xuan's consciousness wandered aimlessly.
One year.
Ten years.
A hundred years.
Year after year, he repeated the same actions, like a machine slaughtering corpses.
In the end, he grew weary—wearied by invincibility. He lamented, felt desolate and lonely, and could no longer endure it.
"So this is it? My trial is loneliness, isn't it?"
He raised his eyes to the heavens and shouted his question, yet Naihe gave no response.
After endless slaughter, his strength had reached an utterly terrifying level, yet he had to endure the loneliness brought by invincibility.
"So what use is this invincible strength to me?"
The heavens of the Myriad Heavens gave no response. He began to feel lost, dejected, and broken, even wishing to end his idle, pointless life.
Naihe, he was too powerful. He had long attained Immortality, unable to die even if he wished to.
In the end, he broke down completely and went mad.
He went mad. He killed. He raged like a demon, becoming a great calamity of the starry sky and plunging the entire starry sky into slaughter.
He became the enemy of the starry sky, attacked by all. He laughed wildly, hoping to perish beneath their combined assault and begin life anew. Naihe, it was not he who died, but the ruined starry sky he had thrown into chaos.
"Ahhh... why? Why?"
"I surrender! Isn't it enough that I surrender?"
"Please, let me go back. I want to go back. I would rather not have such invincibility."
Yet this Dim Starry Sky, bone-chillingly cold and already steeped in deathly silence, gave no response.
He shouted for a long time before finally growing tired. He lay down and allowed the stellar gales around him, incapable of harming him in the slightest, to slice