Heavenly Dao Scar

Zhang Shuai was nearly at the end of his rope. The consumption of unleashing the Nebula Void-Shattering Finger divine ability had been immense, almost draining him dry. After delivering that earth-shattering strike, he had summoned his remaining strength to activate the Void Star-Encompassing Mirror's teleportation, returning to the Ten-Thousand Dragons Nest and barely making it back to his cave abode.

His face was as pale as golden paper, his aura as faint as a candle flame in the wind. He struggled to sit cross-legged, intending to meditate and regulate his breathing to recover from his injuries, but even this simple movement made his vision darken in waves. Agonizing pain in his soul came crashing down alongside a tidal sense of emptiness.

The last thread of will holding him up finally reached its limit. His eyelids felt as heavy as mountains, and darkness, like an icy tide, instantly submerged all perception.

Chaos, boundless chaos.

There was no light, no darkness, no up or down, no east or west, no past or future.

Zhang Shuai's consciousness scattered into this chaos without beginning or end, without sorrow or joy, without thought or desire.

He seemed to become the first spark of spiritual light, drifting in absolute nothingness.

No law, no Dao, no form, no self!

Time lost its meaning, space lost its boundaries, and everything returned to its most primordial, undefined, muddled state.

He did not know how long he had sunk into it—perhaps an instant, perhaps ten thousand ages.

A faint awakening born from the instinct of life trembled lightly, like the first spark bursting from the darkness.

Then came soul-rending agony. This extreme pain was like the sharpest awl, viciously piercing through the murky curtain of chaos!

"Ugh... huff..."

A low, pained gasp echoed through the silent cave abode.

Zhang Shuai