Gong Xiyi knelt on the frozen roof, blood oozing from all his orifices.
He had just forcibly activated the ninth level of the "Burning Sky Sword Technique" - it was a forbidden technique that was strictly prohibited from being practiced by the ancestors of the past dynasties. But there was no way, the global glaciers came down without warning, and the whole city froze into ice sculptures in three breaths. He was the only sword cultivator in the city, so he had to do something.
The result is what it is now.
The meridians are cut off and the Dantian is shattered. He could feel the life force leaking out from every pore, like sand in an hourglass, which couldn't be stopped.
"You're so damn... Useless." He coughed out a mouthful of icy blood.
Vision begins to blur. The frozen neon lights in the distance drag out strange light traces on the retina, like a hallucination before death. He heard his heartbeat getting slower and slower, boom, boom,... Boom...
Then it stopped.
At the moment when consciousness completely dissipated——
Buzz!
Some indescribable tremor ran through him. Not sound, not light, something more essential than that. He "saw" his broken body suspended in an absolute darkness, with countless tiny points of light coming from all directions, like stardust at the beginning of the universe.
In every spot of light, there is a picture flashing by.
