The Peak Years flowed on, and the anomaly caused by the world's collapse in this stretch of Chaotic Void was ultimately no match for the erosion of time.
At some unknown point, this stretch of Chaotic Void silently returned to calm.
With the world gone, the anomalies of its collapse vanished as well.
Chu Mu stood atop a gleaming golden boulder. His green robe was tattered, his bloodstained body covered in wounds that had long refused to heal.
Only after a long while did Chu Mu awaken from the endless lingering echoes of the rules. He surveyed this now-peaceful stretch of Chaotic Void, and a trace of complicated emotion rose in his eyes.
He probably understood now.
He had originally believed that the world was a prison, and that what was being suppressed lay within it.
That was why there existed an insurmountable shackle of the world, the loss of the world's great power, and the descent of calamity.
In a sense, neither his conjecture nor the conjectures of others had been wrong.
The world truly was a prison.
But the imprisoned being was not within the world.
It was within this boundless Chaotic Void.
The Star Cloud Ring surrounding this stretch of Chaotic Void did not contain merely a single world.
A point of starlight, a world; a patch of dimness, a world...
Not to mention that there were likely countless worlds like the one just now, where balance had broken and collapse and destruction had followed.
The Apocalyptic Era he had envisioned was merely an insignificant calamity in one of these countless world-prisons.
What kind of existence could warrant such a grand formation, such suppression and confinement, went without saying.
At the very least, even that so-called Upper Realm probably could not kill it.
Otherwise, there would never