Between heaven and earth, only the deathly silence of surviving a calamity remained.
Su Bai and Li Sanpu silently gazed at the "Azure Frost Realm" before them.
That Small World was now riddled with devastation—mountains and rivers shattered, scorched earth stretching for thousands of miles.
The once-prosperous cities had become smoking ruins. The lucky survivors cowered amid broken walls and rubble, looking up at the two godlike figures in the sky. There was no ecstatic joy at being saved in their eyes, only numb grief and boundless bewilderment.
Family, friends, home...
Everything they held dear had vanished amid that demon's savage laughter.
Though the demon was dead, the bone-devouring pain had already been branded deep into the souls of countless survivors in this world.
"Is there any way to save these people?"
Su Bai spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse.
Li Sanpu let out a soft sigh. "Fellow Daoist Su, this world is far too vast. You cannot save everyone."
"In these chaotic times, being able to protect those you wish to protect is already no easy task."
"If you want to save them, I fear it will be difficult."
Su Bai fell silent at those words.
Was fate truly impossible to rewrite?
Or was it simply that he was not strong enough yet?
Just then, the Chaotic Void, which constantly rippled and fluctuated, fell still in that instant.
Buzz!
An indescribable "silence" descended.
It was not the disappearance of sound, but rather that the entire Azure Frost Realm, along with the Spatiotemporal Turbulence around it, sank into absolute stagnation.
The wind no longer blew, the flames no longer burned, drifting dust froze in midair, and tears sliding down the survivors' faces hung halfway down.
It was as though an invisible giant hand had pressed the pause button on time.
Immediately