Sometimes, we often wish for time to stand still at a certain moment, to truly savor the tranquility of the present.
But no matter what, time always moves on.
As day broke, Xu Zimei opened his eyes atop the Eternal Ancient Peak, and on that day, everyone from the True Martial Holy Sect came to bid him farewell.
The ancestral hero was about to leave.
"Take care, Boss!" Xiao Guizi came to say goodbye.
"Farewell," Xu Zimei waved with a smile.
In the next moment, he stepped into the void with Lin Ruhu, and the world wall of the Yuan Central Continent was as fragile as paper in his hands.
Xu Zimei waved his hand, and thousands of blades of qi swirled around his fist, shattering the void with a single punch.
This punch devoured everything, driving a deep black hole into the entire firmament.
"Boom! Boom!"
The sky cracked, resembling the end of the world.
Xu Zimei and Lin Ruhu's figures passed directly through the black hole, disappearing into its vastness.
