Silence, a soundless silence.
Ye Xuan held his pen in silence, his eyes also half-closed at this moment, while the phantom of Liu Baiyi gradually faded away, yet between them sprouted an abstruse and difficult to comprehend aura, making the sky of this world extremely stagnant.
Liu Baiyi was merely a fragment of spiritual will, devoid of thought, much less any emotional fluctuations—within it dwelled only the unextinguished obsession from Liu Baiyi's life, an unwavering obsession.
This obsession came into being for Ye Xuan, and perhaps today it would also perish because of Ye Xuan.
At this moment.
All was silent in heaven and earth, every whisper of life hushed, as if time had stopped at this moment, as if space itself had frozen. Ye Xuan stood resolute on top of the Reverse Immortal Array Map, his grave expression gradually easing, as if he had utterly emptied himself in this instant.
