The whole world seemed to have transformed into a massive crystal before Yu Sheng, with the endless crystal dome above, shattered, filled with countless gigantic cracks and voids in the sky.
Distorted starlight hung precariously in those expansive rifts, the crystal-covered land was silent, and a once unbelievably powerful race had so disappeared, vanished in a fierce and grand battle of resistance.
The hill where Yu Sheng stood had now also become part of the crystal dome. Within the overlapping crystalline shells, it was impossible to discern the giant dragon that had fallen before him moments ago.
Then he heard the wind—not real wind, for the whole world was already dead, and even natural phenomena like wind, frost, rain, and snow had vanished—the woeful howling reverberated in the depths of consciousness; Yu Sheng took a long time to realize it was his mind resonating with a larger and chaotic "memory body".
