A world will eventually reach its end, flowering and falling until it reaches the cycle of destruction.
He arrived at the origin of this world.
This place was brimming with decay, extinction, annihilation...various forms of deathly aura unsuitable for the existence of living beings.
Before him, this place should have been rich with divine power and origin power. However, as far as the eye could see, wide fields crisscrossed with river-like lacunae had already dried up, with not a trace of origin power to be seen.
Without origin power, the operation of a vast world cannot be maintained.
This place was like an oil lamp that had used up all its oil, leaving behind nothing but a world's corpse, unable to squeeze out even a single drop of oil. It could only wait for the passing of time and the complete collapse and disintegration.
"A world on the verge of destruction."
Chu Yuan sighed.
