Jiang Chen felt everything before him turn illusory.
Pulled by the tombstone, his body was swallowed by the vortex hovering above it.
After Jiang Chen's figure was devoured by the nameless tombstone, the three tombstones silently flew up, arranging themselves into a triangular formation.
They rotated, emitting a rosy glow, circling round and round.
HISS...
As the light flowed, a saintly light pulsed.
The world around him seemed to blur. Time flowed backward, then stood still, then rushed forward at an incredible pace...
The flowers, grass, and trees changed ceaselessly.
Withering, then being reborn.
Reborn, then withering!
It was as if they were caught in an infinite loop.
As for Jiang Chen, he was already completely immersed in the world within the three nameless tombstones.
This was a boundless, pitch-black world.
It was darkness everywhere, so black you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. The world seemed utterly void.
