In the deepest reaches of Nine Nether, the air was as viscous as congealed grease.
True Heaven knelt on one knee at the edge of the altar, her eyes, once as brilliant as the galaxy, now covered in dense, hairline cracks. She stared fixedly at Chu Qing as he advanced step by step, and her fingertip slashed fiercely through the void.
"Variable... since you're begging to die, I'll send you back where you belong!"
As she shrieked, the dark-purple radiance flowing through the entire Crystal Palace was instantly swallowed by a blinding pure white. Chu Qing felt the rules of gravity beneath his feet change.
That Progenitor Status, which should have been enough to crush a plane flat, actually showed signs of collapse in this very second.
The surrounding threads of karma began to retract wildly. Within that blinding white light, time was no longer a torrent flowing forward, but pair after pair of invisible hands, roughly stripping every inch of the divine strangeness from Chu Qing's body.
[Warning! High-dimensional logic detected: Era Restart!] [Warning! Host is being forcibly corrected into... a mortal!]
Chu Qing's originally straight spine suddenly bent down by an inch. He lowered his head and looked at his palm. Those Dark Gold Dragon Patterns were rapidly fading, and his once jade-smooth skin began to loosen, even sprouting ugly flecks of brown.
A chill called "aging" crawled up from the soles of his feet and drilled straight into his marrow.
He felt a scorching dryness in his lungs. Every breath he sucked in was like swallowing a handful of rusty iron filings. His Adam's apple rolled up and down with difficulty, and what spilled from his throat was no longer thunder that could shatter stars, but hoarse, elderly panting.
True Heaven stood up. A nearly pathological thrill