It was as though they had crossed the cycle of the universe's birth and destruction, enduring turbulence and tearing that could not be measured by time. The destructive energy storm around them abruptly subsided. Li Wuyang and the others slammed heavily onto the hard "ground," their bones nearly shattering and their Dao foundations trembling as they almost passed out.
Suppressing the agonizing pain that threatened to shatter his soul, Li Wuyang immediately raised his damaged Chaos Domain to shield the severely wounded Master of Qingwei Temple and the other two, vigilantly surveying their surroundings.
What lay before them was not the inside of a coffin as they had expected. There were no coffin walls, no burial goods—only a boundless, bizarre world so fantastical it defied description**.
The sky was a roiling gray chaos that endlessly shattered and reformed. There were no sun, moon, or stars, only countless fragmented Great Dao Runes streaking past like meteors, trailing flames of annihilation. The ground was blackened and cracked, as though it had been scorched by blazing fire for hundreds of millions of years. Dark-red magma occasionally surged from the fissures, exuding an aura of destruction and death. The air was filled with two utterly different yet eerily intertwined terrifying Dao Rhymes.
One was ultimate dead silence, where all things ended and returned to nothingness, where even the concept of space-time became blurred. It was the Source of Annihilation emitted by the Primordial Stone Coffin.
The other was twisted reincarnation, filled with coercion, plunder, and the implication of eternal sinking. It seemed intent on dragging all existence into an endless cycle of pain with no escape or transcendence. This was the distorted will left behind by the "Lord of Reincarnation"**.
The two Dao Rhymes were like two colossal dragons that had battled for ages,