Yuhui could feel that all the Talismans he had drawn were being devoured by the endless darkness, and it seemed they were even being converted into dark energy.
He clearly felt the despair and pain behind every burst of anger—one day, two days... one year, ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years. Finally, he could no longer hold on. Because all his strength was exhausted, he could only fall desperately to his knees, covering his face and weeping.
At that moment, the darkness vanished, and light appeared.
Chapter 170