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--Those who suffer endless torment will never die.
It was as if this were an abyss that would never end. It had already surpassed the height a building should possess. In Di Qinglong's eyes, above was light, growing smaller and smaller, while below was darkness... endless darkness.
What whistled was not the sound of wind, but the despairing whispers.
--Time without interval, space without interval, sin without interval, equality without interval... Life and death were also without interval.
This was not merely Yuan Qinghua's resentment.
At this moment, Di Qinglong seemed to have gained some kind of enlightenment. Deep within his soul, something called Wisdom Root was instinctively trembling.
This was the resentment of all the citizens of Huoyun City who had died tragically in the Nest.
Men and women, old and young, good and evil—all had suffered through the pain of this calamity and could find no peace.
As if guided by some innate direction, as if summoned by something unseen, Di Qinglong sat cross-legged in midair amid this endless descent.
The falling did not stop. Yet amid this boundless descent, was he truly still, or was he moving?
A faint spiritual light radiated from Di Qinglong's body. It was like the last speck of Starlight in the dark chaos... even darkness could not extinguish it.
Though faint, it resembled an Eternal Spiritual Light that would never perish through countless tribulations.
Guidance... The appearance of the spiritual light was guiding Di Qinglong's thoughts toward the memories of some distant cause... Yet at the end stood a colossal barrier, cutting everything off.
Di Qinglong seemed to see a majestic figure, as vast as a world, solemn and ancient... a golden body so enormous it was nearly infinite.
Then divine light suddenly appeared. Within its radiance was