The Hongqian Ancestor felt the world spinning around him, his physical body constantly colliding with things, even his soul was strained to pain, leaving him utterly unable to think.
After a dozen moments, he finally hit the ground.
He struggled to open his eyes, swirling dust enveloped him, and as he propped himself up, the dust dispersed.
Above him was a brilliant starry sky, the nebula spectacular and beautiful, while below him was the earth, forming a giant crater due to his fall.
He looked down at his hands, seeing his skin gradually turning to stone, the cause and effect of this life were dissipating.
He was going to die!
"Saint... Saint..."
The Hongqian Ancestor muttered to himself, trembling, his tone filled with fear.
There was actually a Saint hidden within the chaos!
This made him feel utterly despondent, all his past schemes seemed laughable.
He always thought himself the strongest after the shattering of Hongmeng, only to find it was all his self-conceit.
