A forbidden region—extremely dangerous.
Especially after approaching within four hundred light-years of the South Heaven Gate, many places were so perilous that even those in the Great Luo realm would not dare set foot in them lightly. A single misstep could mean injury—or even death.
Watching the target's shattered corpse fall into the forbidden region, Lord of Nirvana turned and left.
He had absolute confidence in his own move. The other man could not possibly have survived. He was certain that the other's river had already been utterly annihilated by his power; someone merely in the Hundred Million Dao realm could never come back to life.
Even if he had somehow failed to die completely, falling into the forbidden region would still mean certain death.
With the target's "death," his fury swiftly died away.
After erasing all traces of his attack, he chose to leave.
He was going into seclusion, to savor the pain brought by his legitimate son's death. Such emotion was rare; it had to be tasted carefully.
Not only pain, but wrath as well.
As Lord of Nirvana, cultivating the Great Dao of Nirvana, he had annihilated far too many things. His legitimate son could be said to be one of the few emotions he had retained.
Now that he was dead, it needed to be engraved upon him. Just like his deceased wife, he would make it part of "Eternity," using it to temper his own Great Dao until it could no longer stir even the faintest ripple within him.
Cold. Deathly still.
The dim void was filled with a soundless chill.
This cold was impossible to describe, as though it could steal all warmth and strip life of its vitality.
It did not merely come from sensation or touch.
Hearing, sight, and taste were