The moment all Starlight was devoured.
Everything from the outside world, images, sounds, all vanished.
True, pure darkness and silence thoroughly surrounded Zhang Fan.
Aside from Zhang Fan, there was nothing else.
Even the concept of Time ceased to exist.
After a long Death Silence, a muttering, subtle sound suddenly rang in Zhang Fan's ear.
Amidst the extreme quiet, it was like a thunderclap.
"This is..."
Zhang Fan found the voice inexplicably familiar, yet he couldn't recall it at the moment.
Though the Return to God had only just passed in a flash, in Zhang Fan's eyes, it seemed as though countless eternities had gone by.
Even his memory began to decay and blur.
So he instinctively wanted to listen carefully.
Like the sudden chirp of a cicada, then a chorus of thousands.
A moment ago, it was just muttering whispers; the next second, it transformed into a grand, magnificent symphony.
"Xuan Yuanhong, Master of Slaying Destiny, the old fisherman..."
