Thud! Thud! Thud!
The heartbeat from the depths of the rift reverberated through the soul. Every beat was like a heavy hammer smashing viciously against Ming Xin's divine soul, which stood on the verge of collapse.
He lay amid the cold rubble, his vision blurred. All he could see was the incomparably enormous dark-gold skeleton slowly sitting up from the endless darkness.
It was not merely a skeleton, but the material manifestation of the concept of "Nirvana."
Every bone seemed forged from frozen dead stars, naturally branded with terrifying Dao marks of all things ending and eras returning to nothingness.
The sealing chains wrapped around it, once gleaming with silver light, now groaned under unbearable strain. Their runes dimmed and shattered at a visible pace!
Those two scarlet points of light, like twin blood-red nebulae, slowly swept across the Ancient Sunken Continent.
Wherever its gaze passed, space solidified and laws wailed. Even the dense energy of deathly stillness seemed to have encountered its king, becoming docile yet ecstatic.
Countless members of the Void Clan, including the Three Great Monarchs, knelt deeply like the most devout believers, offering frenzied, trembling prayers.
"Welcome the awakening of the Sacred Remains!"
The Bone King raised his head and looked toward where Ming Xin had fallen, his eyes filled with the savage delight of success.
"Ant, witness it! Witness the descent of our race's Sacred Ancestor, and witness the beginning of a new era in this universe!
"Your struggle was nothing more than a trivial amusement before the Sacred Remains awakened!"
It and the other two monarchs were no longer in a hurry to kill Ming Xin. In their eyes, now that the Sacred Remains had awakened, this gravely wounded, dying human was a turtle in a jar, ready to be crushed at any time.