The rocking chair came to a stop.
Taichu stood where he was, looking at the place where Si Chen had vanished, without moving for a long time.
On that face identical to Si Chen's, there was neither anger nor release.
The light around him began to warp, and the Si Household's little courtyard within this fissure in time gradually began to blur.
Its master was gone, so naturally, the lingering image could not remain.
Taichu raised his hand and lightly swept his sleeve.
An invisible force descended, instantly stabilizing the courtyard on the verge of collapse.
The wind began to blow again, and the leaves of the Old Locust Tree swayed once more.
He walked over to the rocking chair and remained silent for a long time.
At last, he slowly sat down and closed his eyes.
In the Void, there was only the occasional creak of the rocking chair.
Taichu's fingers rested on the armrest, trembling slightly.
After a long while, he raised his left hand and gently closed his fingers.
Bang.
Apart from this little courtyard, every star river, ruin, and plane in this universe was annihilated at that moment.
All light vanished.
The world sank into absolute darkness.
This little courtyard, with its old tree and rocking chair, became the last lonely island in the eternal nothingness.
Sunlight spilled down.
It was noisy all around.
There was birdsong, the sound of water, and the wind.
Xie Changsheng, Zhou Yan, Song Chi, and the others stood on a plain, bewildered.
As far as they could see, there were rolling green mountains and grasslands brimming with life.
Song Chi still held his sword, its blade having severed a few stalks of foxtail grass swaying in the wind.
Zhou Yan instinctively kept watch over their surroundings.
Si Shuo, Luo