He blinked, trying to get closer, but found himself unable to approach the Stone of the Past.
The old Residual Soul was left wanting to cry but having no tears.
What's happening?
His consciousness was on the verge of collapse, and the Stone of the Past wouldn't let him deposit his Residual Soul. Within days, he would self-destruct.
And this stone, he couldn't move it nor shift it; even the gravity of Earth and the Moon was ignored by it.
"It's broken."
The Three Realms Wanderer's lips twitched slightly, then he laughed bitterly, sitting cross-legged in the void.
Dead is dead, after all, he had lived enough.
Of course, the Three Realms Wanderer still hoped that his subordinates and companions from his third life would find him soon, allowing him to live a bit longer.
He wanted to witness his own Ascension to Immortality.
Even he considered it a luxury.
How carefree immortality seemed.
How harsh the Mortal World, with the soul restless and uneasy.
...
On the other side.
