In the high heavens of the World Without Life, the fog has been completely dispelled, leaving the sky a dismal white.
The once-believed "Wusheng Bliss, Eternal Worry-Free," worshipped by hundreds of thousands, is actually such an empty and monotonous place.
All sustenance was devoured by the Divine Master of Wusheng.
Not even a single illusion that could slightly comfort the souls of the dead remains.
And beneath this hollow sky, Zhang Linchuan stands suspended, quietly experiencing the feeling of power rapidly draining away—though it does not affect his personal strength, it affects his World Without Life, and more so his long-term future.
The struggles over such a long time ultimately turned to bubbles, bursting one by one.
A present True God fell to a Furry God.
Countless believers of the Church of Lifeless collapsed overnight.
The Seven Spirits and Six Lives, painstakingly managed, shattered one by one...
Any one of these would be enough to overturn a life's course.
