Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
The surviving soldiers of the allied army watched helplessly as that resolute Nine-Colored Streamer, like a moth flying into flame, charged without hesitation into the dark singularity that devoured everything. There was no earth-shattering explosion, no violent clash as they had imagined—only an absolute, suffocating silence.
Even the Annihilation Sovereign's indifferent will seemed to stir almost imperceptibly. That colossal hand capable of erasing all things halted in midair and no longer descended. The entire Eye of the Return to Void fell into a strange standstill. Only at the center of the slowly spinning dark singularity did a faint, nearly imperceptible Nine-Colored Light stubbornly shine, like the last star in an endless night.
"Ling Yun..." Tang San dropped to one knee, supporting his faltering body with the Sea God Trident. His azure eyes were bloodshot and filled with boundless grief. He could feel it—Ling Yun's aura was dissipating at an irreversible pace. His Divine Soul and Dao Fruit were burning away completely!
"No... That can't be..." Tears streamed down Xiao Wu's face. She tried to rush forward, but the terrifying pressure of annihilation pinned her firmly in place.
Tears filled Gu Yuena's dragon eyes as she gritted her silver teeth, her dragon claws digging deeply into her palms. Venerable Brilliance, the King of Mountains, Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing... every surviving expert stared fixedly at that tiny glimmer, their hearts filled with despair and a sliver of hope that refused to die.
That point of light was Ling Yun. It was chaos. It was hope. It was their final... faith.
Inside the singularity lay an absolute "void" beyond imagination.
There was no space, no time, no matter, no energy—only the most primal Annihilation Law itself. It was the end of all things, the opposite of