Li Xiaoyu's divine sense continued to drift through that endless darkness.
He saw how those Outer Realm Demons tore through the barriers between worlds and descended upon one vibrant newborn world after another.
He saw how those arrogant gods and demons were effortlessly torn to pieces before them, becoming nourishment for their evolution.
He saw how those glorious, brilliant civilizations were ruthlessly destroyed before them, reduced to dust in the annals of history.
Countless living beings wailed and struggled amid that cataclysm capable of destroying everything, only to ultimately fade into nothingness.
Li Xiaoyu looked upon the hellish scene before him, his heart heavy.
He wanted to struggle. He wanted to resist.
But he discovered that he could not move at all.
Li Xiaoyu's divine sense seemed to be imprisoned in place by an invisible force, leaving him only able to watch helplessly as that endless darkness completely swallowed him.
Just as he was about to be utterly assimilated by the darkness, a cool yet gentle sword intent suddenly lit up within his sea of consciousness.
That sword intent gently enveloped his cold body.
A warm, peaceful aura radiated from the sword intent, dispelling the unease in his heart.
It was Lu Xueqi.
It was the woman who had always protected him from behind.
At the most critical moment, she used the Dao Heart that had merged with his own to pull him back from the endless darkness.
"Whew."
Li Xiaoyu's body jolted, and he snapped back to his senses from that endless darkness.
His face was pale, and cold sweat covered his forehead.
"What happened?"
Lu Xueqi's cool eyes were filled with concern.
"I'm fine."
Li Xiaoyu looked at her and slowly shook his head.
He turned and cast his gaze over everyone present once more.
Li Xiaoyu's eyes