Jinyan’s crystal-carved physique quietly dissipated atop the giant skeletal remains, leaving behind a cold standoff between the suspended void remains and the permafrost Dao Domain. At the edge of the subtle frost fractures on the skeletal surface, cold blue mist eroded the ancient bone material like something alive, emitting a faint groan that was almost inaudible yet pierced straight to the soul. The entire dark matter nebula belt seemed drained of all vitality, plunging into an absolute silence born of trauma to the Laws.
Lin Moyu’s figure slowly solidified at the core of the ruined Dao Domain. The edge of the Starfall Frigid Vault Sword drooped by his side, the sword tip trembling slightly, silently absorbing the last wisps of void-dead silence in this chaotic space. Jinyan’s methods were unfathomably bizarre. In the chaotic torrent where "Existence" itself could be rewritten, carving that trace of "Real" sword scar had exhausted almost all the accumulated power of the cosmic wound on the sword spine, deeply scorching the core of his Dao Foundation. At this moment, the once-roaring scar imprint on the sword spine had dimmed, leaving only a stubborn layer of frost clinging to it like a frozen wound, maintaining only the bare minimum marker of existence, completely powerless to unfold a clear guiding star map for him.
He needed a stronger opponent. An opponent capable of boiling away this primeval, solitary darkness of the Laws, and sturdy enough to endure the ultimate te…
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