"Are you here to mock me?"
Upon hearing the approaching footsteps, "Corruption" asked coldly.
Until the end, the battle he had hoped for never truly came, with the support of 149 shards, he indeed stepped into an unprecedented realm, which made him believe that even if he were to cross hands with the senior he respected from the days of yore, he may not necessarily lose.
But it was precisely because of this, he genuinely felt the vast gap between them.
To his senior, defeating him seemed to be just a casual action completed in the process of restoring the Oasis.
Even after stepping into that realm, he still couldn't discern the distance between himself and his opponent.
Even more puzzles enveloped him.
The era that had been erased, the whispers of the upper world that had disappeared without a trace, the reasons for his senior's disappearance, and, the "stamp collecting" mentioned by the person before him.