Gu Jianlin felt an unprecedented pain, as he pierced his heart with the Qilin Wedge. Yet, the avatar condensed by the Original Forbidden Curse did not perish; rather, it seemed to have unlocked the shackles deep within his soul. A surge of fury erupted like molten lava, capable of burning a hole in the sky.
The intense pain feedback reached his body, and the Nightmare descended.
The ancient, ruined city, the kneeling sinners, the king wielding a torch, as if to set the world ablaze.
This was like a millennia-old mural, with the king standing alone at the edge of the world, overlooking this silent city. His only companions were the burning flames and the falling rain from the sky. His gaze was so cold and silent, time flowed without a sound, telling unknown stories.
He lowered the torch, and the sinners were burned into charcoal while maintaining their kneeling postures.
