The tombstone pierced through eternal time, towering within the world.
Shrouded in chaotic aura, it crushed space, exhausted time, and bore an indescribable form.
The instant An Bulang saw it, an unimaginable force of time enveloped his entire body.
Time mercilessly slew the Heavenly Chosen.
Time mercilessly extinguished all things.
In that instant, An Bulang saw all living beings perish within the tombstone, saw energy decline, saw time bury everything. Time had even buried an entire great universe. Nothing remained; everything would return to nothingness.
Life, without a trace.
Inheritance, a joke.
Matter, void.
This was the great sorrow of the universe, and also the great sorrow of life.
How could it be mourned?
One tombstone, burying all.
"Whether one exists or not, if the final fate is nothingness, why cling to anything?" Qiu Ming looked at An Bulang. His flesh was withering, his essence blood was dispersing, and his life was slipping away.
Time was merciless—a fate no living being could escape.
The divine dragon An Bulang had transformed into, brimming with life and vigor, almost instantly collapsed into countless drifting motes of energy and scattered away.
Time was merciless and powerful.
What shocked An Bulang most was not this, but Qiu Ming, whose life kept declining and whose body kept rotting away.
The youth in green robes, once fresh and elegant, now had flesh that decayed and fell away. Half his body had already turned into dry bones.
This was a price beyond imagination!
"This Divine Dao Technique... actually requires burying oneself to unleash?"
A Divine Dao Technique that could only be cast by burying oneself...
And one that fused the power of time at the end of the Dao of the Primordial...
With the two combined, An Bulang truly dared not imagine just how terrifying a Divine