The aged voice had a sense of profound indifference, followed by an overwhelming sense of desolation, leaving behind boundless melancholy. 0

Without hesitation, stacks of scriptures were continuously thrown into the bonfire, as if an era were disappearing, turning into remnants of the great Tao amidst the flames.0

The helpless words of the dying elder, the flickering firelight, the profound and desperate emotions, accompanied by the chill of late autumn, left a disturbing impression.0

Wang Xuan was immersed in the scene, as if witnessing the end of a mythological civilization, where even the mightiest could not alter the inevitable demise.0

His gaze followed the flickering flames that revealed more figures, each seated on a scripture. Men and women, humans, and unseen races alike, all sighed together as they aged and perished within the fire.0

Wang Xuan watched silently, knowing he couldn't change anything; this was a fading memory of the past.0

Among the scriptures, one exuded countless strands of sword qi, piercing the heavens and scattering the stars beyond, disrupting the splendid galaxy. Undoubtedly, this was a monumental figure that shook the world.0

A man with snow-white hair stood on the scripture with his gaze fixed on the stars, swaying with the...0