At the deepest reaches of the mist was a light source, yet Wang Xuan had never approached it. Now, he himself had become a source, shrouded in haze. But as Ripple Slash swept out, the place around him went dark, and he could see nothing at all.
This moment was different from the past.
As that gentle light rippled outward, what he felt was exhaustion, decay, and extinction, dragging even his consciousness down into darkness.
He had never experienced such a feeling before!
Wang Xuan's body turned cold. It was not like falling into an ice cellar, but like plunging into an abyss, like reaching the utmost extreme of the terror one could feel from the deep sea.
Time seemed to have frozen. This place was black, profound, silent, and steeped in death qi. It was a world without sensation, where everything seemed to be heading toward eternal silence.
Even human thought and perception seemed about to be frozen solid, as if sinking, dying, and falling.
"How could this happen?" Wang Xuan's perception of his own body was fading, as though he stood at the end of the world. All things had withered, the supernatural had perished, and even he himself was about to return to nothingness.
"Had the reserves I consumed gone beyond the limits? With the power of an Ultimate True Immortal, and after I triggered Supernatural Sense and unleashed an unprecedented strike, had something gone wrong with my mental consciousness?"
He questioned himself, but he did not panic. He simply waited for things to return to normal. He did not believe that unleashing such an ultimate strike would cost him his own life.
The passage of years was abnormal here. Time seemed to have halted, no longer flowing. Yet if he deeply investigated it and observed carefully,