The descent of the Finality Throne plunged the Ancient Monster Starfield into an unprecedented deathly silence. This was not the disappearance of sound, but the freezing of existence itself. Energy no longer flowed through the void, the stars stopped flickering, and even time seemed nailed to this very instant. The phantom throne hanging above all things was not merely a conglomeration of energy. It was the embodiment of the concept of "finality," a cold proclamation of the universe's inevitable march toward heat death. Upon the throne, the figure shrouded in absolute darkness looked down with indifferent silver eyes. Wherever its gaze fell, laws wailed, and all things began to collapse inwardly and irreversibly beneath its scrutiny.
The light of the Reincarnation Pure Land dimmed and contracted sharply, like the last bonfire in a blizzard. At its edge, the "reincarnation waters" that Li Wuyang had just transformed with supreme Reincarnation Dao Rhyme, containing faint traces of life, swiftly froze over with a grayish-white layer of Frost of Annihilation, symbolizing absolute death. It spread toward the Pure Land's core. Elder Xuanji, the Ling Xiao Sword Master, and the others stood frozen in place. Even their thoughts had nearly solidified, and they could only watch helplessly as the Pure Land that represented hope was about to be swallowed by eternal frost. Despair was no longer an emotion, but a physical state, permeating every inch of space and every soul.
Li Wuyang bore the greatest pressure. His newly born Reincarnation Dao Seed was like a fragile embryo cast into absolute zero, trembling violently and letting out a cry of unbearable strain. The cracks that had only just begun to close on the Dao Seed split apart once more. Its pale golden Dao Blood did not flow out, but evaporated and vanished directly from those