You could be peerlessly magnificent, looking down upon and roaming the vault of heaven.
You could also be the Imperial Lord of the Demon Race, commanding the world.
Yet none of it could compare to dying alone in this darkness in the end.
There was no light, no concept of time—only endless darkness.
Xu Zimo sighed.
The Light Law surged in his hand. A law that could once illuminate the skies in the outside world—
was now incomparably dim.
Even lighting up a patch of darkness was extraordinarily difficult.
Xu Zimo continued onward.
There was nothing in this darkness. All he could do was keep walking forward.
After traversing the darkness—
Xu Zimo saw two people.
Both were beings radiating formidable power, standing face-to-face with their palms pressed together.
Both gave off an exceptionally powerful impression.
One wore white robes, though it was unknown what those robes were made of.
They had remained as good as new despite the passage of who knew how many years.
Seeing this person gave one a sense of gentle winds and drifting clouds.
As though clouds rolled and unfurled, winds rose and fell, and not a speck of dust could be seen.
In short, he seemed carefree and at ease.
The one pressing palms against him, however, was a woman.
She wore a knee-length robe interwoven in red and white, its cuffs clearly tailored in a special fashion.
Moreover, the woman's expression was solemn.
If one looked carefully, one would find that she seemed neither male nor female, always making it impossible to tell.
Like a Buddha grieving for all living beings.
The Buddha wore myriad forms.
The man in white and the Woman in Red stood within the darkness. Though the darkness continuously devoured everything—
the immense power around them still isolated a