Over the past million years, the abyss had long since departed from its former state of deathly silence and the aura of destruction. Like a silent yet magnificent transformation, everything, surging under the undercurrent of time, underwent a profound transformation without a trace.

Today, the abyss has become a magical, fertile land teeming with life, nurturing countless vibrant creatures. Everywhere you look, the vibrant energy of life permeates, and every inch of land speaks of the miracle and resilience of life. However, for Mo Su, this seemingly beautiful landscape is not entirely a source of comfort and joy.

Every birth of a new life, every rise of a divine kingdom, was like a sharp chisel, deeply carving the word "sorrow" into Mo Su's heart. This "sorrow" was filled with his helplessness towards the fate of the abyss, his deep love for Pan Xiaodie, and the endless struggle and pain faced by the dilemma.

Even though he had mentioned to Yun Che more than once that he would destroy the entire abyss in exchange for a glimmer of hope to save Pan Xiaodie, he was actually not yet truly prepared to face this cruel moment.

However, Yun Che's words were like the straw that broke the camel's back, the final blow that destroyed his psychological defenses. The final moments of Pan Xiaodie's life had already arrived quietly and mercilessly.

At this moment, Mu Su felt like a trapped beast, his eyes filled with despair and struggle. His heart swung wildly on the scales of love and responsibility, survival and destruction. In this final moment, he had no choice but to grit his teeth, steel his heart, and make the incredibly difficult decision: sacrifice this abyssal world that held countless lives...