The Star-Pivot Myriad-Phenomena Hall no longer retained its past brilliance of flowing starlight and shimmering Daoist rhythms.
The air was thick with the charred stench of dissipated stellar energy, the coppery sweetness of dried Dao blood, and that lingering, frigid, desolate remnant aura originating from the Annihilation Dao Embryo—clinging like bone-gnawing maggots and eroding every inch of space within the hall.
The river of stars flowing across the dome was dim and lusterless, as if covered by a thick layer of dust.
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