Lu Yin had no time to spare. His mind replayed Death Lord's words. It had actually grasped the true essence of death at the very last moment, but there had been no time to cultivate, much less break through, because it had already been nearing death.
If another Master had died at that moment and ushered in the Chaotic Era, would Death Lord have had a chance?
Ultimately, Death Lord could not break through, both because it was already nearing death and because it was constrained by the era.
Yet its thoughts had already broken free from the era's shackles.
Lu Yin gazed around him, his eyes suddenly widening. His consciousness swept outward—not to attack, but to touch death, to touch all the Death Power Death Lord had left behind before its death.
Ripples of consciousness spread out, only to be swallowed beneath the attacks of the Four Great Masters.
A moment later, an indescribable sensation emerged. It was not limited to him; every living being whose cultivation had reached a certain level felt it. It was as if a swimming dragon had entered the sea, and as if the entire world had suddenly brightened.
This was the Chaotic Era.
Lu Yin looked toward the Four Great Masters.
The four Masters exchanged glances, then looked toward Lu Yin as well.
They remained silent. Not one of them spoke.
Yet at this moment, they all knew—the Chaotic Era had arrived.
So this was what it felt like when a new era descended.
It was as if the shackles of the previous era had been broken. It was as if the heavens had been pried open, becoming higher, farther, and broader.
Lu Yin recalled what Shi Chu had said. The arrival of a new era would definitely come with an obvious sensation.