He watched as the man's silhouette gradually dissipated like smoke and clouds.
Xu Zimei calmed his own emotions.
The boundless darkness around him also began to disperse.
His figure reappeared on the mountain peak outside the mural.
The mural, constructed from unknown materials, had completely shattered into dust.
A cool breeze blew over the mountain peak, carrying a hint of chill in the air.
Xu Zimei took a step into the void, leaving the mountain peak behind.
This incident had brought him significant insights, but it had also deepened his understanding of the Demon Lord.
He did not believe in fate.
Ever since he had founded the new era, he had been different from others.
His fate had always been firmly within his own grasp.
The mural atop the mountain seemed to be the core of this realm.
As the mural crumbled, so too did the space here, fragment by fragment.
In the end, the heavens collapsed, and the earth shook violently.
