Chapter 381
As he watched, the man's figure gradually vanished into smoke.
Xu Zimo steadied his emotions.
The boundless darkness around him began to recede as well.
His figure reappeared atop the mountain outside the mural.
The murals, forged from some unknown material, had completely shattered into powder.
A cool breeze swept across the mountaintop, carrying a faint chill through the air.
Xu Zimo stepped into the void and left the mountain.
This incident had brought him great gains, but it had also deepened his understanding of the Devil Master.
He did not believe in fate.
Ever since he had created a new epoch, he had been different from others.
From beginning to end, his fate had always been firmly clenched in his own hand.
The mural atop that mountain seemed to have been the core of this world.
The instant the mural shattered, this space began to crack apart bit by bit as well.
In the end, heaven collapsed and earth split, the sky and land shaking violently.
With a crisp crack, the entire space seemed like a mirror that had been smashed.
It shattered completely.
Xu Zimo's body returned to the small door before the Teleportation Array he had entered earlier.
The Teleportation Array before him had also completely dissipated.
Baimeng waited respectfully at the side.
"Where is the Demon Slave?" Xu Zimo asked.
"This was merely one of his obsessions. His true body had already died before the previous epoch collapsed."
Baimeng replied.
"Now that this space has shattered, his obsession naturally dispersed as well."
"What kind of race is the Devil Race, exactly?" Xu Zimo took a deep breath and murmured as he looked at the Blood Moon overhead.
"We are merely struggling against our own fate," Baimeng said calmly.
"It is only that many people