Xu Qinghan hesitated not for a moment as she charged towards the altar that was collapsing. The Golden Black Fire danced around her, like the first light at the opening of Chaos. She reached out her hand, lightly touching the surface of the altar.
"Boom!"
The altar collapsed with a thunderous roar, revealing the deep void crack beneath. And at the deepest part of that crack, a weak yet incomparably ancient flame hovered silently.
The flame had no temperature, no light, not even a shape. It seemed like the first chaos at the dawn of Cosmos, and also like the last annihilation at the end of Cosmos. It hovered silently, entwined by countless fine Void Chains, which squirmed like living beings, continuously eroding and extinguishing this weak flame.
