Two pairs of eyes stared indifferently at the Current World, now fallen into its Dharma-ending age. Their gazes alone tore the Great Cosmos apart, and countless beings wailed as they met their end in Nirvana.
In but an instant, the Ancestor Star had already disintegrated.
Qing Xuan stood silently upon the ruins of the Current World. He stared blankly toward The Beginning of Ancient Times, toward the figure who had been torn to shreds by the clash of three Era Essences and the great clash of ages.
Lu Xuan's fragments were assimilated and devoured by the Great Era, piece by piece.
For a Dao Fruit, death was merely another form of existence. A Dao Fruit was undying, but...
A Dao Fruit was on par with the Great Heaven and Earth and surpassed the Celestial Myriad Realms, yet it was still bound within an Era. Only through Transcendence could one truly and completely break free from everything and stand above it all.
