The silence after the Chaos God's end was unnatural.
There was no cheer. No music. No light of celebration.
Only… stillness.
Ian opened his eyes.
All around him was grey. Not ash, not mist, just endless, colorless space. The skies were not mending. The ruins of the Eighteen Universes were not rebuilt.
They were gone.
No sound.
No Divine Ki.
No connection.
No Barseagle. No Grand Elder. No Damon.
Ian took a step. It echoed, not on stone, but in the void itself. His golden eyes narrowed. He tried to sense the flow of Divine Ki… but there was none.
His realm ring, empty.
His jade slip, silent.
Even the World Compass inside his divine soul, gifted by the Grand Elder, showed nothing. No stars. No realms. Just an empty map.
He was truly alone.
But Ian was not the kind to panic.
Instead, he sat down, cross-legged, and focused.
First, he calmed his breathing.
