The Heavenly Dao Hasn't Been Annihilated?!

"Hahaha, let This Seat see—which hero of the ages is secretly wiping away tears here?"

A hearty, warm laugh suddenly rang beside Chen Nan's ear, piercing the dead, desolate silence between heaven and earth.

Chen Nan's eyes, once lifeless and dim, devoid of even a trace of light, suddenly lit with a faint glimmer of hope.

Within his boundless despair, a thread of life was forcibly born.

That was right. He might be powerless to reverse the ages and revive the countless beings who had died for the Dao, but that did not mean there was no other expert in this world capable of doing so!

With that thought, like a drowning man grasping the last straw that could save his life, Chen Nan abruptly turned toward Zhurong. His voice trembled with unconcealed urgency. "Senior Zhurong, do you... have any way to revive Senior Devil Master, Senior Dugu, and all the heroic spirits who perished for this world?"

Meeting Chen Nan's hopeful gaze, Zhurong immediately scratched his head awkwardly, his expression somewhat embarrassed.

When it came to charging into battle, slaughtering enemies, and breaking through opposing lines, Zhurong had never known the slightest fear.

But restoring the dead to life, reversing the fall of the ages, and reviving countless departed beings—such matters had already touched the ultimate limits of heaven and earth's laws, far beyond the scope of his abilities.

Seeing Zhurong's troubled expression, the light that had just risen in Chen Nan's eyes instantly dimmed once more, and despair again coiled around his heart.

"Though I am powerless, my second uncle is here—he surely possesses heaven-reaching means!" Seeing this, Zhurong hurriedly spoke. Then pride appeared on his face, and his tone became utterly certain. "If that truly won't work, once this world merges into the Primordial Wilderness, my little