The vast expanse of the Shituo City plaza plunged into a dead silence, heavier than at any moment before. There were no more bone spikes tearing through the air, no more wailing of resentful spirits, and even the ubiquitous, foul, blood-red nebula seemed to dim and solidify. Only the altar at the center of the plaza—constructed from countless leg bones driven into the earth—continued to rotate with extreme slowness. At its summit, the cyan-black stellar core, now branded with a deep, grayish-white crack across its surface, emitted a low, groaning hum that strained the entire Shituo City, like the moan of a wounded behemoth.
Lin Moyu’s body, like a piece of porcelain that had been thoroughly shattered and then clumsily glued back together, was embedded at an angle in a pile of frozen, pulverized finger bones. Starfall Frigid Vault lay a few paces away; the cracks on its blade seemed deeper, and the cosmic scar deep within the spine of the sword appeared even dimmer, yet it stubbornly continued to emit a faint, barely perceptible trace of icy blue frost. His life fluctuations were so weak as to be nearly nonexistent. His chest no longer rose and fell; only the brand new imprint upon his breast—built upon a base of chaotic Time Wasteland textures, but pierced and forcibly constrained at its core by a straight, clear, grayish-white Dao Mark radiating an eternal, cold, and sharp aura—was blinking its micro-light at the very center, with extreme slowness yet unwavering firmness. W…
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