Fu Qingjun swept through the entire primordial universe.
This mausoleum was demolished inch by inch, thoroughly inspected, and with the final checks here, there was completely no place left to hide.
Although the opponent faked death multiple times in a nested manner, this time he was undoubtedly dead.
Although Fu Qingjun was almost certain he was dead, he prudently swept the place again, inch by inch, re-inspecting the grand tomb of the universe.
"He is indeed dead."
Finally, Fu Qingjun breathed a deep sigh of relief, stopped and looked up at the sky,
Then he bowed his head, gazing at the barren black wasteland.
He had to admit, he was destroying some precious historical relics, the painstaking efforts of the entire Era Cosmos over countless billions of years, all reduced to nothing.
"Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil."
Fu Qingjun turned and left. The entire universe had returned to chaos, equating to him personally destroying the world.
