It was as if he had never come to this world, even a speck of dust from his body would be ground to nothing.
In the end, before he could lean against the earth to feel the gentle and vast embrace of the Earth Mother, his divine body was torn asunder, his divine soul shattered like smoke, leaving nothing behind, nothing remained.
Inferior Earth Emperor—extinguished!
He once dominated an abyss, commanded saints, scorned the gods, truly a hero of his time.
But today, seeing the mighty god fall, he was as light as a feather.
Thousands of millennia from now, if the world still spins, perhaps even his name will be forgotten by people.
"Good."
Helian Baxuan closed his eyes, the determination to keep watching despite everything dissolved on its own.
He began to tend to his wounds.
With Inferior Earth dead, the pollution permeating his flesh lost its source, it wouldn't take long before he could recover a sliver of vitality.
"What has become of this world..."
