Han Ye felt himself slipping, the cold seeping into his very soul, the promise of absolute peace, of true nothingness, whispering at the edge of his consciousness. The Jurang Kepunahan, the place of his greatest sins and his most profound redemption, was about to become his ultimate undoing. He was being consumed, not by destruction, but by utter erasure.
"Han Ye!" Mo Ran screamed again, her voice piercing the cosmic chill, her hand reaching for his, her eyes fixed on his fading form as the vortex of non-existence descended, threatening to consume them all.
He fought it. Every fiber of his being screamed in defiance. This wasn't the quiet peace the Kosong Purba had once offered. This was a brutal, indifferent consumption. He channeled his Balance of Void, not to destroy the encroaching n
