The sound of Shituo City's collapse was like billions of bones being cast into a gigantic crucible, sinking into the boundless vacuum as intermittent, droning hums. That dark-gray Dao Mark fissure, which ran straight through the cyan-black star's core, continuously radiated cold, interfering waves, nailing the Wheel-Turning Mingwang's agonizing and violent consciousness right to the edge of the chaotic abyss. The entire skeletal giant city seemed like a colossal beast whose vital spots had been heavily struck, slowly tilting and disintegrating amidst painful spasms. The massive skull palace and the spinal bone beams supporting it snapped entirely, and accompanied by the tearing wails of space, they slowly sank into the dead sea below, where foul, dark currents churned. The altar foundations turned to fine powder inch by inch, and the remaining giant bone pillars of the legs pierced into the gray sky like despairing fingers.
Lin Moyu's shattered husk remained half-embedded at the edge of the plaza in that vortex of bone dust he had smashed into himself, like a forgotten tombstone. The Starfall Frigid Vault Sword stood upside down in the bone pile not far away, its sword ridge dim and devoid of the slightest chilly breath. The branding on his chest—that grayish-white Dao Mark running through the textures of the Time Wasteland—had completely extinguished its core radiance, leaving behind only a complexly structured yet dead energy imprint. On his left arm bone, at the bottom of…
Chapter 185