Having made up his mind, Ming Xin no longer hesitated in the slightest. Rather than using some great divine ability to tear through space, he restrained his Dao aura to the utmost, as though blending into the grief and tragic grandeur of this world.
With one step, his figure swept over the shattered mountains and rivers like Qing Feng, heading toward the Gods and Demons Cemetery—the final gathering place of fighting spirit and conviction.
Everything he saw along the way was horrifying. Collapsed divine mountains, dried-up rivers of stars, blood-colored mist that refused to disperse, and ancient gods and demons' skeletons as enormous as mountain ranges, scattered everywhere...
All of it spoke of the brutal war this land had once endured, and of its present decline.
The despairing resentment had nearly condensed into substance. Ordinary immortals and gods would likely have their minds corroded in an instant here and fall into demonic delusion.
Yet to Ming Xin, all of this became the finest nourishment for comprehending the Dao.
It was as though he walked within a magnificent painting depicting "Terminus."
The law patterns of the Great Dao of Destruction had never been so clear. Before his eyes, the process of the world's collapse was slowed down and analyzed without limit—from the disintegration of material structures to the collapse of energy order.
From the extinction of Marks of Life to the distortion of spacetime dimensions... every "form" and "principle" of destruction.
Like trickling streams, they flowed into the sea of his understanding of destruction's true meaning, making it more profound and vast.
The force of destiny hanging over every living being's head like the Sword of Damocles was the barest manifestation of the Great Dao of Fate.
He could see Chen Nan's tangled past and future. He could see the violent