The Nine Dragons pulling the bloodstained coffin, the Boundary Sea dried up, and the Great Yang World reduced to a silent graveyard. The temporal barriers of the Trilogy Universe collapsed with a thunderous roar, dragging everything into the "Final Ruins." Here, there is no distinction between light and darkness, nor any boundary between life and death. Only the "Lord of the Final Ruins" sits high upon the Primordial Throne. It is the embodiment of annihilation, the incarnation of "nothingness," devouring all existence: the Immortal Domain becomes a fleeting illusion, the true names of Emperors are erased, and even the river of time is severed by its fingertip. Shi Hao's sword marks, Ye Fan's cauldron patterns, and the secrets within Chu Feng's jar all become fragments of karma for it to toy with in its palm...
