There was no explosion.
No light.
Xuán Líng unraveled himself—concept by concept, authority by authority.
The power that once forced the Heavens to kneel was released, one by one.
Yet before everything vanished…
Xuán Líng left behind a single, small will.
If I cannot exist as a god…
then I will seek a way to exist without becoming a disturbance.
That consciousness fell, piercing through layers of worlds.
And Xuán Líng… died.
Not as a loser.
But as a victor who chose to disappear.