Ming Xin stood at the edge of the world, his eyes reflecting the sky completely blackened by Calamity Qi and Sinful Power. The ripples in his heart, stirred by sensing the faith of all living beings, gradually subsided.
At his level, he had long grown accustomed to rise and fall and understood reincarnation. Yet faced with such a resolute and tragic final scene of a world, he could not help but feel a measure of sorrow.
"All living things weep blood, and heaven and earth grieve together... This world's 'pain' has seeped into its very bones." He murmured softly, as though speaking with the world's remaining will.
Without hesitation, he took a step forward. Dao essence flowed naturally around him, gently parting the Calamity Qi and Sinful Power that corroded all things. Like water droplets unable to cling to a lotus leaf, he calmly entered the Gods Tomb Great World.
The moment he entered the world's interior, the oppressive sensation he had felt at its edge intensified a thousandfold!
Grievance so dense it could not be dispersed seeped into every inch of space like an icy tide.
It was the unwillingness and hatred of billions of living beings before their deaths, the poisonous miasma of despair left behind after civilizations had been trampled and hope crushed.
The air was so heavy that it seemed capable of crushing mountains. With every breath, he inhaled not spiritual qi, but invisible negative energy that stabbed at the soul.
Even the laws of heaven and earth were wailing, twisted and shattered.
Spiritual qi had dried up, the Great Dao had grown obscure, and the entire world was like a giant mortally ill, letting out its final, agonized breaths.
The sun and moon gave no light, mountains and rivers had lost their color. Only the