Time Stood Still for Him!

Some encounters truly could not be endured through sheer willpower alone.

Guan Qi believed that even if Chen Fusheng survived, he would never again have the confidence to rekindle the flame of civilization.

Winning too often naturally bred confidence.

But now that he faced such a cruel Civilization Tribulation, would he dare to come for a second round in the future?

The Civilization Tribulation severed cultivators' roots and annihilated their source. It was like a light of civilization streaking across the Great Universe—flashing once before vanishing!

Winter was bitterly cold, and the sun never showed itself.

Chen Fusheng was trapped within the Cosmic Black Disaster. Only a negligible ember remained at the source of his civilization.

Even though all sorts of rare medicines for surviving tribulations, peerless nourishment, and the prehistoric Qilin Treasure Medicine had been released during this time—

Such replenishment could not solve the fundamental problem. It merely warmed the bonfire of civilization, allowing it to radiate a little heat amid the Black Disaster.

As Guan Qi watched, he shook his head in regret. Such a peerless hero had no powerhouse protecting his Dao, nor any blessing or opportunity to escort him safely through the ordeal.

Of course, even if a powerhouse had protected his Dao, the karmic burden would have been too great. At any moment, they might have had to face an even more terrifying Cosmic Black Disaster.

The Black Disaster Chen Fusheng faced now was only an early-stage Black Disaster.

Even so, it was enough to exterminate a series of Civilization Seeds and extinguish a succession of Civilization Sources that had only just burst forth.

Looking back through history, all civilizations that had developed to a certain scale had perished within the Cosmic Black Disaster.

Chen Fusheng's civilization was merely showing signs of life, but