This World-Was It Heavy or Not?

The space seemed frozen solid, and the short-browed little girl's body was fixed in the void.

Lu Xunyang arrived, and endless space crumbled beneath his feet.

His tattered white robe snapped in the wind. Golden-red flames burned away the Malice spilling from his severed arm, as though even time and space trembled beneath his aura.

He looked at Chen Yan in surprise, admiration flaring in his eyes.

"Is this how you broke the deadlock?"

Chen Yan's aura was feeble. If not for the half of the Ancient God's aura that his will domain had forcibly suppressed, he would have been utterly powerless.

By now, he had already died.

He stood atop Qiong Heaven, looking down upon the Vast Land.

"Some of my memories were erased. Everything about me was part of someone's scheme. But there is always a way to break the deadlock."

Chen Yan spoke calmly, looking toward a certain place in the sky.

Chen Changyuan's body had already exploded, but where it had vanished, there was a mass of pitch-black matter that absorbed all light.

Sticky, ugly, evil—impossible to describe.

It was the other half of the Ancient God's aura.

Chen Yan had already suppressed it earlier. Like a dying infant, it let out one twisted wail after another.

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

In the black Light Pillar, a middle-aged man laughed wildly as his body began to disintegrate.

His name was Shen Yong. He had long ago signed a life seal with Chen Changyuan.

He had fled here, disguised his face, and fought to the death.

Now that Chen Changyuan was dead, Shen Yong would die as well.

Everyone watched as his body gradually crumbled into dust and scattered.

Sorrow surfaced in their eyes.

The battle was won.

But someone was going to die because of that