Ybur groggily woke up.
The Lord of the Forbidden Mysteries' ultimate curse was indeed so powerful it could nearly obliterate all Path Power. At that time, His strategic misjudgment, a wave of Creation, directly crippled himself, and He was nearly killed by the ultimate curse.
This was perhaps His closest brush with death.
But [Luck]-ily... under the power of the ultimate curse, the historical branch He was on collapsed earlier than He did.
Then Ybur didn't know where He ended up.
First of all, it certainly wasn't reality.
The reason was simple—there was still a sun hanging in the sky.
Ybur sensed His surroundings again, finding everything desolate, and He rose into the air, gradually expanding His perception.
He Himself... was reduced to just a small cluster.
The air was muggy and humid, with a strong earthy and swampy scent. The wind whipped up dust and spores, filled with a primitive smell of soil, sulfur, and plant juices.
