The remnants of the Thirty-Third Heaven's Void trembled with a final, silent spasm of agony. The amorphous, mountain-like remains of the Chaotic Evil Dragon were slowly collapsing and caving in. That massive, twisted form—once crawling with filth and writhing with billions of tentacles—was undergoing its final dissolution, melting like snow under a fierce sun, save that this "sun" was a collapse of self-devouring annihilation. Dark, viscous matter peeled away and vaporized in massive sheets, releasing a suffocating, rotting stench mingled with residual chaotic energy streams carrying the Laws of Annihilation, writhing like dying maggots by the millions. The void was churned, and the shattered space groaned under an unbearable weight.
The dragon blood, transformed from the Origin of Filth and thick as black grease formed from countless vengeful souls, flowed sluggishly across this vast, collapsing site of destruction. Exuding an indescribable stench—as though it had precipitated the desperate, weeping wails of every world the evil dragon had ever consumed—the blood slowly oozed from thousands of ruptures in the dragon's remains. It traced the rugged, steep slopes of the shattered heavenly cliffs, followed the frozen clusters of energy, and flowed with a silent, stubborn persistence until it gathered into thick, murky streams that finally pooled into puddles of foul, freezing black mire beneath the broken stele, surrounding the spot where Lin Moyu stood.
Lin Moyu stood dead i…
Chapter 194