Crack.
The illusionary world continued collapsing.
Endless cracks spread across the snowy sky while mountains, cities, and living beings shattered into fragments of darkness.
Yet Situ remained motionless.
Snow drifted quietly around him.
His black eyes stared upward calmly.
The transformed Destruction Dao circulated silently within his consciousness.
Cold.
Still.
Inevitable.
Like winter burying all things beneath silence.
The deeper comprehension caused even the black hole itself to tremble faintly.
Boom.
The illusion suddenly distorted violently.
Countless dark shadows emerged from the collapsing void.
Human faces.
Ancient beasts.
Twisted creatures.
All of them stared at Situ with hatred.
"You should have surrendered."
"There is no meaning in struggle."
"Everything eventually dies."
The voices overlapped endlessly.
Each word contained terrifying soul-corrupting power.
Even ordinary Grand Dao experts would instantly lose themselves.
