The Inner World

In a mysterious plane, deep inside a giant crater, a divine serpent writhed in its death throes.

Above it, Wu Ming sat motionless. Wisps of clear light streamed down, drifting freely and gently, yet bearing an irresistible force as they slowly unraveled the giant serpent's divinity and true form.

"Hiss! Hiss!"

As the clear light grew denser, the golden divinity on the serpent's body weakened further, and it let out a series of frantic hisses.

"Just as I thought... it's already become a beast?"

Wu Ming sighed. An immense pressure suddenly descended from the Auspicious Cloud that appeared above his head, speeding up the collapse of the divinity.

"Your true body is dead. Your avatar's very existence is a grave distortion and mistake! Now it's time to set things right..."

Rumble!

As soon as he finished speaking, the clear light finally broke through the divine defenses and slowly dissolved the giant serpent's true body.

"Blood of my blood... shall never perish..."

In its final moments, the madness and bestiality in the giant serpent's eyes gradually receded along with the vanishing of its blood divinity. It raised its eyes and spoke aloud in an ancient tongue.

The more ancient a language was, the closer it came to the rules themselves, to the voice of the Great Dao. Anyone who heard it could understand its meaning at once.

"Never perish?"

Wu Ming's expression was grave, but his eyes held neither sorrow nor joy. With a wave of his hand, he reduced the last of the giant serpent's body to ash.

"Other than the eternal, what in this world can flourish forever without perishing?"

He let out a distant sigh, then looked toward the spot where the black serpent had turned to ash. "The power of a Ninth Level being is truly unimaginable?"