The entire world was shrouded in a scene of Tribulation Qi like a natural disaster.
The trees had withered, schools of fish floated on the sea's surface, countless commoners lay fallen upon the land; almost all living beings had already vanished.
There were no wounds upon their bodies, they had merely lost their Destiny.
Yet Destiny was one of the three great elements of life; to lose Destiny meant they had already stepped completely into death.
Crash!
Ning Zheng's mind was muddled and dazed, his thoughts in chaos, his nerves churned by a terrifying impact; even Heaven and earth began to invert.
Two billion Daily Fortune Value was clearly still far from enough to suppress it; Ning Zheng's consciousness continued to sink, constantly being eroded, turning him into yet another Emperor Changjin.
It was like standing in a mire, watching himself sink deeper and deeper, falling into an endless abyss of chaotic thoughts.
"This battle isn't won; the furious clash is still ongoing."
