The entire Ancient Netherworld Realm seemed to have fallen into a state of stasis.
At this moment, time ceased to flow, space solidified, rules halted, and even the Three Thousand Great Paths temporarily stopped functioning, as if everything in the universe had lost its meaning.
This tranquility seemed to last for an eternity, long enough for heaven and earth to decay.
This was a frozen painting.
In the picture, a green-clothed youth rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, his gaze calm, staring into the distance, unknown thoughts crossing his mind.
In his eyes, there was joy, regret, and heartache.
What was he regretting?
What was causing him heartache?
He regretted that a flawless jade was taking shape, about to transform into the universe's supreme treasure, yet due to various reasons, he had to harvest it prematurely.
Although he gained a temporary advantage, in the long run, it resulted in a significant loss.
