White-gold flames blazed around Zhao Cheng. This dimensional ruin was not merely a shattering of time and space—even the suns that had luckily endured had utterly gone out. All energy and matter, even information itself, had entered a state of eternal silence. No matter how intense the radiance, it would be swallowed by that eternal silence.
Even the countless dark lifeforms that had now completely fallen into the apocalypse were no exception.
Their radiance had likewise been cut off by eternal silence, leaving gray-black as the only color.
Only Zhao Cheng remained wholly unaffected. The white-gold flames surrounding him were not any kind of energy, but the radiance of life, the radiance of the mind.
Such was his current state of life. A True Calamity powerhouse transcended existence, transcended nonexistence, transcended everything. Bound by nothing, there was nothing that could obscure the light of his life or the light of his mind.
In this era where all had sunk into eternal silence, he was undoubtedly the sole light—the eternal sun.
A white-gold sun rose amid the ruins formed from the gathered remnants of countless dimensions after they had collided, exploded, and been annihilated. Its dazzling light seemed ready to vaporize all darkness, even making the lives lingering miserably within these ruins feel searing pain.
Over endless years, they had long grown accustomed to eternal silence. It could even be said that their lives had long since frozen in place, their minds having "died" countless ages ago.
They had already sunk long before the great dimensional collision, dragged into an even deeper vortex. It was merely that the subsequent cycles of calamity had triggered an endless succession of great dimensional collisions, causing them to fall.
Yet although they had temporarily moved away from the Void, their dead minds could not revive