Standing at the center of the vortex where the Fire of All Living Beings and the Embers of Karma converged, Qi Yun gazed at the torrent of Cultivators that blotted out the Celestial Vault, poised to rain down destruction.
Qi Yun chuckled and gently flicked his sleeve.
With this flick, the End of Dharma—already stained by billions of gray Embers of Karma and transformed into an indescribable shade of dim, deathly gray—suddenly trembled!
Immediately after, it silently "bloomed."
The dim, gray flame, like an ink stain spreading in water, flowed upstream at a speed that defied logic, following the path paved by the burning Fire of All Living Beings.
Along the edges of the enormous, burnt-through hole in the sky, it silently spread, seeped, and diffused!
In the blink of an eye, it tainted the entire exit of the hole and the vast celestial region beyond with a sickly, dim luster—as if all things had been drained of color and life.
[The next second.]
