The purple energy sphere descended slowly, like a layer of heaven collapsing and drifting down.
At the sight, Primal Celestial Venerable flicked his hand, sending two rings flashing with golden light straight toward Fuxi and Gonggong.
"You three, leave..." Primal Celestial Venerable said.
Nuwa still held her Ring of Descent. She could descend to the Place of Origin at any moment.
"What about you?" Nuwa's brows shot up.
"Would it make any difference?" Primal Celestial Venerable wore an expression somewhere between a smile and a grimace.
Since they were all going to be destroyed, what was the point of clinging to life a little longer?
Deep unwillingness was written all over Primal Celestial Venerable's face.
They all knew how difficult it had been to reach this point. To have everything fall apart at the final step turned their hearts to dead ashes in an instant.
Gonggong was the first to activate his Ring of Descent. As the ring shone, his body shuddered once, yet he remained right where he was...
"We can't descend?" Gonggong's voice trembled. Among humanity's heroes, he had always been meticulous and cautious, one of those relatively "afraid of death."
Fuxi gave him an indifferent glance and activated his own Ring of Descent.
It failed...
Nuwa tried, but she failed as well.
A bleak smile appeared on her face as she looked toward Luo Zheng in the distance. "We can't leave the Other Shore. I'm afraid Luo Zheng is no different..."
Luo Zheng gazed silently at the sky, his expression as calm as ever.
He had just tried reciting the Illusion Breaking Curse to leave Yuqing Heaven, but it had failed, as though he had been doused with soul aversion water.
"If I fall, will the Place of Origin collapse?" Luo Zheng asked the source divine blood.