As the two of them ventured deeper, the Return to Void revealed its true face before them.
There was no sky here, no earth—only an endless gray expanse suspended between Chaos and nothingness.
The most shocking sight within this expanse was the countless world bubbles floating throughout it.
These bubbles varied enormously in size. The larger ones had Star Rivers coiling within them, their diameters spanning trillions of miles. Their shells glimmered with faint rainbow light on the verge of extinction, and within, one could clearly see the remnants of collapsing mountains and crumbling Star Rivers:
Once-prosperous Immortal Domain continents had been reduced to dust. Sacred mountains rich in Dao essence had been ground into nothingness by the power of the Return to Void. Even the Dao had become dim wisps of light, slowly sinking inside the bubbles.
The smaller ones were no larger than pellets, spanning only tens of thousands of miles. Their shells were as thin as cicada wings, and the slightest tremor would send fine cracks rippling across them.
Within might be a star that had been swallowed by the Return to Void the moment it was born. Lava still churned across its surface, yet gray Return-to-Void energy had already seeped into every inch of it, and even the air was silently vanishing.
The bubbles were arranged without any pattern. Some collided with one another, unleashing a soundless roar of Dao laws the instant they touched.
The power of the Return to Void surged along their edges like a tide, shredding the two bubbles into fragments and dragging them together into deeper nothingness.
Others simply floated in silence, their shells covered in black cracks like spiderwebs.
The world's final lingering warmth continuously leaked from those cracks—the wails of living beings and the lament of Dao laws. Yet