Old Ancestor Honggan only felt heaven and earth spin around him. His fleshly body kept slamming into things, and even his soul was jarred with pain. He simply had no room to think.
After more than ten breaths, he finally crashed to the ground.
He opened his eyes with difficulty. Billowing dust enveloped his entire body. He braced himself up, and the dust scattered with the motion.
Above him was a dazzling starry sky, the nebulae magnificent and beautiful, while beneath him was the earth, smashed open into a giant crater by his fall.
He lowered his head to look at his hands and saw that the surface of his skin was gradually petrifying. The Karma of this life was actually dissipating.
He was going to die!
"Saint... a Saint..."
Old Ancestor Honggan muttered in a trembling voice, his tone filled with terror.
Chaos was actually hiding a Saint!
It made him feel as if every hope had turned to ash. All his schemes of the past had become laughable.
He had always believed that he was the strongest being after Hongmeng shattered. He had never imagined that it had all been his own self-delusion.
He believed Saints knew everything and could do everything. Those calculations and actions of his certainly could not have escaped the Saint's eyes.
Judging from Hongyi's conversation with that Saint, it was obvious they had known each other long ago.
Countless thoughts surged through Old Ancestor Honggan's mind. His spine bent with them, and his gaze dimmed.
Though he was utterly broken, dying at the hands of a Saint was something he could accept. Only, before death, there were still some regrets in his heart.
"Perhaps this is why I could not attain the Dao. Facing death, I am no different from those mortal spirits."