Cold, viscous, lightless Chaos.
This was the last thing Hong Tiantao's surviving consciousness perceived.
Torn and hurled by the violent Spatial Turbulence of the Guixu rift, he could no longer feel the existence of his body. Only shattered fragments of his Divine Soul remained, bobbing, sinking, and obliterating within the boundless torrent of destruction. His remaining five senses were thoroughly derided and inverted under the ravages of the turbulence.
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