The void was as still as a sunken pool, with only frozen particles of time dust suspended like unfallen ash. Lin Moyu sat suspended in mid-air with his legs crossed, the dark golden amber transformed from the Calamity-Filth Oath Platform embedded deep within his newborn Dao bones. Pale gold light traces flowed through them like living veins.
Before his knees, in a natural depression of the void, rested an object: the decayed time-jade tablet wreckage left behind after the annihilation of Zhu Xiu's physical shell. The cracks on the jade tablet meandered, and the overlapping corrosion marks upon it were not the result of natural weathering; rather, they resembled internal decay scars gnawed and hollowed out by the passage of a myriad eras itself, from deep within which a faint, elusive "sigh of the ancient Dao" still intermittently drifted out. A dozen paces away, a blurred stream of time particles twisted and condensed, slowly revealing the lingering silhouette of Zhu Xiu's withered figure—not a true resurrection, but merely the phantom of his final imprint, "the lingering consciousness of time," forcibly dragged back and trapped within the folds of space-time when the Calamity-Filth Oath Platform detonated the time vortex.
His withered form resembled a rotting wooden sculpture, save for the two pinprick-sized, rusted, chilling glints hovering faintly beneath his slightly drooping eyelids. Surrounding them and churning within was not merely the dying embers of a shattered Da…
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