Then, endless white erupted from Zhao Cheng at the center. Matter, energy, time, space... everything melted away beneath the white light.
Nothingness devoured all things. At the same time, every conscious life-form clearly felt the entire process of itself being dissolved.
It seemed like only an instant, yet also like trillions of years.
Time no longer held meaning. Only sensation remained.
The mysterious existence in the unknown land had thought the outcome was already decided, but the moment the white light flared, he knew he had miscalculated.
What terrifying power this was. He himself had undoubtedly reached some sort of ultimate end, yet before this power, he had no ability to resist at all.
He suddenly understood. If his own power was "being," then the other party's authority was "nonbeing"—erasure, deletion. Even if he filled every inch of space with writing, even if he occupied everything, before such an unreasonable thing, he would still have little room to fight back.
He was disappearing!
Not dying, but disappearing—soon, not even the slightest trace of him would be found again.
"Zhao Cheng."
"Zhao Cheng."
"Zhao..."
Within the pure-white void, a few glimmers of spirit light that had not yet been completely dissolved flickered, seemingly calling out to him.
In her daze, Zhao Xiaoxiang seemed to see a Zhao Cheng curled up asleep within the pure-white space.
She tried to wake him, but her voice was so tiny and faint.
"What is this?!"
Then, she realized that she seemed to have lost her body and become a sword, one that bore some resemblance to Void Kalpa.
"What heavy burden is too deep to reverse? At worst, you just tear it all down and start over. How wrong can it possibly go?!"
Wang Daoming said with a smile.
"But you should wake