The awakened being was wary, but also astonished.
Its Mental Ripple surged up from beneath the dried-up Supernatural Source. At once, ashes began to drift down soundlessly across more than half the universe.
"Grave sweeper," Wang Xuan replied. Before speaking, he had already silently steered the Small Boat in the Mist to the other end of this decaying universe, leaving endless star systems behind the boat.
The being beneath the Sea of Ashes was moved. Such speed was anything but ordinary. With a single flare of mental fire, Wang Xuan had crossed more than half of the vast Great Universe.
Especially here—once one of the centers of the strongest sources, boundlessly magnificent.
"Whose grave are you sweeping?" the unknown being asked. Great fog surged, and black matter billowed up, obscuring countless star systems. This was the "tribulation ash" of the 8th Source corresponding to the former decayed Yang Nine.
"Paying respects to old friends. None of them are here anymore. Mourning an era, a source. It once shone upon all worlds. Among the Endless Universe, as numerous as the sands of the Ganges, it was still one of the most brilliant."
Wang Xuan deliberately gave himself an air of weathered vicissitude and maintained his mystery.
As for the four pages of scripture in the Sea of Ashes, they had long since entered his eyes. They were the reappearance and condensation of immortal scripture principles, resonating with the Dao-Carrying Paper.
The instant he absorbed them, the four pages of scripture rustled down into dust once more. Only their divine essence endured. Their material substance itself had long ago turned to ashes, together with seas upon seas of scriptures, over the passage of countless epochs.
"I don't know you." The black shadow stood upon the ruins of the 8th Supernatural Source corresponding