At the moment Gu Jianlin grasped the Qilin Wedge, his consciousness seemed to traverse into another world.
A world shrouded in darkness, where pitch-black clouds spread like ink.
The nightscape expanded endlessly, immersing sky and earth in utter blackness.
It seemed to be a realm within the Qilin Wedge, not belonging to any specific Ancient God Realm, but rather an isolated space permeated by a dense black mist. Deep within the fog were countless black holes, as if glimpses of the primordial void of the universe could be seen—countless silent celestial bodies floating within a desolate galaxy.
Standing alone amidst the mist, he gazed into the darkness ahead.
A long silence.
Before him stood a heavy coffin of Mo Jade, its body semi-transparent.
Within the coffin, a faintly discernible ghostly presence could be seen.
It was a dark golden Dragon Bone, immersed in scalding molten lava!
For a fleeting moment, Gu Jianlin believed he was hallucinating.
