And, at that same moment.
The Dao Ruins suddenly lifted its head.
His chaotic eyes did not look at the disappearing teardrop, but instead, pierced through layers of time and space, penetrated the walls of the "world of illusion," and looked toward that deeper, more indescribable...
"Black Coast."
There.
Sitting at the edge of darkness, upon the throne, was the eternally sleeping "King."
The eyelids that had been shut for countless eons seemed to slightly move.
As if a person dreaming a sweet dream was gently bitten by a pesky mosquito.
Though still not awake.
But already...
Disturbed.
The river of time lost its meaning here, the grand epic of eras shifting was but a weathered line on a stone wall. Endless darkness and deathly silence are the only themes here, even light cannot escape, swallowed by a more ancient, more fundamental "rule."
This is Gui Xu, the end of all realms, the graveyard of the Cosmos.
