Their steps carried them deeper. In an instant, it was as though an invisible giant hand from the dawn of Chaos had violently stirred heaven and earth.
Endless dust was flung into the air, whirling wildly like a sandstorm at the end of the world.
The entire space seemed shrouded in a heavy haze. The suffocating aura of death was like a dormant primordial beast, wantonly devouring all life.
This was the bottom of the abyss at the end of the Underworld.
Stepping inside felt like crossing through time and space and entering an ancient battlefield mercilessly sealed away by the years.
Though the clashing of blades and charging warhorses of the past had long vanished, that tragic and desolate aura remained like a brand, deeply embedded into every inch of space.
After a long while, the dust finally settled somewhat.
Jiang Yun suppressed the surging shock in his heart and stared with blazing eyes at the dust slowly drifting up from the abyssal floor.
At that sight, even with a state of mind as steadfast as towering mountains, he could not help but suck in a cold breath.
Every grain of dust dancing through the sky was once a complete world!
Countless worlds had shone brilliantly over the long years and nurtured innumerable living beings.
Yet now, beneath the merciless wheels of time, those worlds had collapsed and shattered like fragile glass, ultimately turning into these insignificant motes of dust that drifted soundlessly through the abyss, as if recounting their former glory and destruction to the world.
This terrifying, soul-shaking sight struck Jiang Yun's heart like a heavy hammer, allowing him to truly feel the ruthlessness of time and the horror of power in this world.
At the same time, he felt even more curiosity and reverence toward this