Eleven thousand years later, in a small realm of the Heavens that had reached the end of its road and was about to be destroyed.
This small realm was perhaps one-fiftieth the size of the Boundary Sea. That was hardly small to an Immortal King, but to a Quasi-Immortal Emperor, it was a distance easily crossed.
Its sky had split open. Earth Fire roared across the land, Earth, Water, Wind, and Fire ran wild, space broke into fragments, and the aura of destruction spread everywhere.
It had reached the end of its lifespan. In the Lifetime World, this would have been the end of an Era.
Since the Heavens and All Realms had first opened, countless realms had ended, and countless others had been born.
The cycle repeated, Reincarnation without Xio, never coming to an end.
All living beings here had perished. Not a trace of Life Aura remained.
Whenever a world was destroyed, its inhabitants were always the first to vanish. The world itself would not completely collapse until the very end.
Nor did this small realm hold anyone strong enough to withstand its destruction—someone like a Quasi-Immortal Emperor.
When a great world within a realm of the Heavens was destroyed, True Immortals and Immortal Kings could stand firm and survive with ease.
But the Power of Finality unleashed when an entire realm of the Heavens was destroyed could erase Immortal Kings.
Of course, an Immortal King could also use the Space-Time turbulence before that destruction to escape and drift through the chaotic Void.
After all, a living person would not let a full bladder kill them. If I could not withstand the Power of Finality from a collapsing realm, could I not just run?
How long it would take to find another realm of the Heavens came down