All he could see was a ravaged city and landscape, endless corpses, blazing fires, and billowing smoke.
And over it all, a darkness seemed to loom.
This darkness was formless and insubstantial, invisible to the naked eye, yet it appeared directly in one's consciousness.
A single glance revealed a place shrouded in darkness, as if it had devoured everything.
And this darkness itself was an unnamable, indescribable, terrifying, and powerful consciousness, conveying only a single will—Destruction!
Destruction!
Death!
This was the ultimate fate of the Cosmos—unavoidable and inescapable.
All things must perish; only Death is eternal!
Just by gazing at the darkness through the eyes in the painting, through some method he could not yet explain, Shen Feng felt his consciousness teetering on the brink of madness. An uncontrollable urge to destroy everything surged within him.
