Silent, desolate, without hope, without color.
The domain continuously expanded, and the laughter of the Yang-destroying Devil echoed joyously.
"I felt it, I touched it, I found it, I finally found the path, saw that speck of light...
Ha...hahaha...
Thank you."
Yu Ziqing flew farther and farther, the voice of the Yang-destroying Devil became faint.
He kept retreating, as the Death Domain kept expanding, growing larger and larger.
Gradually encompassing the entire Undying Mandala.
He seemed to hear the most magnificent symphony played out mysteriously, felt that even the Undying Mandala began to feel joy.
Apart from this feeling, he could only sense the Death Domain.
He merely pried open a sliver of possibility, which the Yang-destroying Devil keenly grasped, whether it was possible or, perhaps not, transformed it into the starting point of the path.
