Across the starry sky, a black-clad figure sped past. The resonance in his heart grew ever clearer.
His true body had fallen, his Phoenix Body slept, and of Ning Chen's three incarnations, only his demonic body remained, shouldering every responsibility alone.
After traveling for days, Ning Chen halted in an unknown region. Looking at the deathly silent star ahead, a strange light flashed through his eyes.
Strange. Why would A'man be in a place like this?
Ahead, an enormous dead star drifted through the void. As far as the eye could see, there was not a trace of life, as though it were a world that had endured the final calamity, all living things long since extinct.
Ning Chen stood silently in the starry sky for a moment. Then his figure flashed, and he swept toward the dead star ahead.
Several breaths later, demonic energy surged atop the dead star as Ning Chen appeared.
"A'man."
Ning Chen murmured softly. Flecks of light rose in his abyss-deep eyes. No matter what, nothing could happen to A'man. Otherwise, even if his Phoenix Body and true body awakened, they would regret it for the rest of their lives.
In all his life, Zhiming did not want any more regrets.
The dead star was littered everywhere with crumbling walls and shattered ruins. Ravaged by the passage of time, it lay in utter disarray.
It was a true world of death. Looking across it, not even a single living tree could be found. The scorching, dry, harsh, and oppressive environment was almost unbearable.
Ning Chen walked among the ruins, spreading out his divine sense in search of A'man's trail.
He could sense that A'man was on this star, but he could not clearly pinpoint her exact location.
The star was immensely vast. Ning Chen searched