Where the eye points, the Black Tide arrives.
In the corner of the perception screen, inky blackness surges, engulfing the last remaining totem pole amidst the ashes of a race.
The traces belonging to this race now cease to exist.
The Black Tide continues to flow, never pausing.
The generous and passionate journey of dream pursuit, the adversities faced head-on, the epic rise from tragic and valiant sacrifices... all traces of the Spirit Bone's struggle are buried in the surging Black Tide.
Just as the Evil Eye said: We care not for their former glory, only for the weight they provide as nutrients in their withering.
After devouring the Shouxu Clan, a massive amount of information appeared in the Earth Thought Evil Spirit's mind.
It discovered that the Black Tide energy yield from the entire race was less than that of the pseudo-rule mirror that was decomposed.
This shows that the Shouxu Clan's rise was almost entirely dependent on the Light Mirror.
