Embers of space-time drifted and dispersed in the frigid vacuum. The base of the magnificent Corridor of Time settled into silence, and the aura of the Return to Void flowing over it reined in most of its terrifying presence, leaving only a deep, rhythmic pulse resembling the sleeping breath of the cosmos. Cangque’s figure did not completely dissolve into the flowing light and shadow of time; he remained like an anchor condensed of gray mist, stable at the highest point of the corridor, silently overlooking the massive floating skeletal plates of stellar corpses.
On the skeletal plates, the only things that broke the silence were the endless, subtle, and harsh scratching sounds.
Lin Moyu knelt on one knee against the ice-cold bone material, his right hand gripping tightly onto the hilt of the Starfall Frigid Vault Sword planted upside down in the ground. His head was lowered, disheveled black hair hanging down to obscure his shattered features. His left arm hung limply at his side, the exposed arm bone shockingly bare and mottled with gray patches, resembling ancient bronze corroded by the passing ages. Most startling of all was his chest—a terrifying, bone-deep wound spanned the greater part of his torso and abdomen, its edges distorted with twisted muscle, while azure ice and gray ash engaged in a brutal, silent slaughter within. The wither of every inch of flesh and the reshaping of freezing power occurred simultaneously, bringing an ultimate agony beyond description, ye…
Chapter 181