"Return to One!"
That harsh, ancient voice exploded inside Chen Yan's mind.
The ink-black robe on Chen Yan billowed. He stood alone, white hair like snow reflecting the cold light.
His whole body radiated withered, lifeless energy. He looked as though he might die the very next moment, yet he still stood upright.
That voice had crossed reincarnations and ages, stirring endless thoughts within Chen Yan.
At the highest reaches of the sky, the Life and Death Aura of the True Martial Path's advancement to the Eighth Order was still gathering.
Across the boundless Malice Sea, countless chains formed from Ancient God Aura still writhed through the sky.
Yet Chen Yan closed his eyes, feeling the force of everything bearing down on him.
The voice in his mind vanished. The images disappeared.
Within Chen Yan's perception, all things in the world fell silent.
It was as if he stood alone in a dark, deserted space.
He wanted to ask:
[Return to One].
Why was it [Return to One]?
At this moment, Fan Ni seemed to have awakened, yet she had spoken those two words: [Return to One].
[Return to One] was the greatest divine art under heaven.
[Return to One] had been created by Bai E.
[Return to One] held the supreme mystery of returning all laws to one.
Thoughts churned through Chen Yan's mind, yet the urgency and desolation had somehow left him.
He only felt that—
Someone had struggled for ten thousand years, suffered for ten thousand years, and gone completely mad, becoming something beyond all description.
Yet that person had preserved one last sliver of reason to say this to him.
At this moment,
boundless terror engulfed the world.
People felt the air itself congeal. Endless madness and distortion threatened to wrench their thoughts into chaos.
Madness