Monthly Deaths Are Fine

The myriad worlds plunged into eternal darkness, with only the light of virtue above the immortal's head shining brightly and becoming the last beacon in the world.

Beside him, space collapsed, and time seemed to lose its meaning, becoming a chaotic whirlwind. However, neither the collapsing space nor the disorderly time could affect the Immortal Daoist.

Song Shuhang's gaze was drawn involuntarily, fixating on the immortal, unable to look away.

"This isn't a dream," Song Shuhang suddenly realized.

This time, he wasn't 'immersing' himself in the 'life' of any living being. He was purely observing the scene of the 'extinction of the myriad worlds' in front of him from a bystander's perspective, like watching a movie.

Before him, the Immortal walked slowly in the dark universe.

With each step, the 'dead' universe trembled slightly—a sign of the Immortal accumulating power. With every step, the 'Immortal Law' on his body bloomed.