A human life lasted but a hundred years. Without becoming immortal, one would ultimately have to face birth, aging, sickness, and death.
Watching the one he loved grow old and die in his arms, Chen Xianzhu experienced that feeling of helplessness for the first time in his life.
He buried Susu within the Frost-Soul Ice Coffin, preserving her body from decay. After that, he remained at Willow Catkin Manor, becoming taciturn and no longer concerning himself with the affairs of the mortal world.
Three hundred years passed in this way. At last, this world could no longer hold on and began to fall into silent extinction and collapse.
When the world-ending calamity erupted, Chen Xianzhu sat atop a snowy mountain, his heart already a lifeless void.
The earth split apart, and lava covered the land.
This vast world had become a land of death a hundred years ago. Even the divine ability venerables who had once shaken the world could not survive in such an environment.
Chen Xianzhu stood atop the snowy mountain, holding the ice coffin as he watched the world that resembled a human purgatory, his eyes steeped in wordless silence.
"Rumble!"
After a long while, heaven and earth cracked apart. One spatial fissure after another emerged, and countless streams of void energy surged forth.
Amid ceaseless roars, the world disintegrated and shattered, while traces of origin power slowly emerged between heaven and earth.
For Chen Xianzhu, this should have been good news. So long as he absorbed these traces of origin power, he could recover some of his strength and then retrieve the Innate Spiritual Water.
Yet at this moment, his heart remained as still as dead water.
As the destructive energy of the world's demise spread outward, void energy capable of erasing all things swarmed toward