The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

In a real hospital ward.

The monitoring device, which had been emitting a piercing alarm, suddenly stopped.

The curve representing the heartbeat on the screen turned into a lifeless straight line.

Zhang Xinxin's strength was instantly drained.

The healing light on her hands dissipated uncontrollably.

She stared blankly at Su Qiong, who had completely stopped breathing on the operating table, and finally couldn't help but cover her face and cry loudly.

The surrounding medical staff also took off their masks and lowered their heads.

Although they were used to seeing life and death, witnessing the fall of a powerful figure from the Divine Xia still made their hearts ache.

"Su...Su Qiong! May you rest in peace!"

After a long time, Zhang Xinxin finally accepted the fact that Su Qiong had passed away. She pulled over a white cloth, preparing to cover Su Qiong's face.

However... in that one ten-thousandth of a second, an invisible wave that could not be explained by common sense swept across the entire ward in an instant.

It even swept across the entire field hospital.

Time was forcibly paused at this moment.

Zhang Xinxin's hands, which were tugging at the white cloth, froze in mid-air, her expression frozen in a moment of extreme sorrow.

Tears welled up in her eyes, hovering eerily between her cheeks and the air.

The old pastor next to him stopped bowing his head.

On the IV stand, a drop of clear liquid medicine, just removed from the syringe, floats in mid-air, no longer falling.

The hurried footsteps and the rolling wheels of the stretcher in the hallway outside all stopped abruptly within the same second.

Even the torrential rain outside the window and the howling wind tearing through the leaves had completely disappeared.

Everything in the world was forcibly sealed inside a huge piece of amber.

Absolute stillness, absolute silence.

Followed by.

"clatter."

"clatter."

"clatter."

A series of extremely slow, yet incredibly clear footsteps came from the end of the corridor outside the ward.

The footsteps weren't heavy, but in this deathly silence where even the air seemed to freeze, they were incredibly quiet.

However, it seemed extremely abrupt.

The footsteps stopped in front of the intensive care unit.

"Squeak—"

The specially made metal door, painted white, was gently pushed open from the outside by a hand.

A tall, upright figure slowly walked into this ward where time seemed to stand still.

He was a young man.

He was wearing a tattered, wide black robe stained with dark blood.

On his neck, wrists, and exposed skin.

Wrapped in layers of old, blood-stained bandages.

The young man's face was hidden in the shadow of the wide hood of his black robe.

Only a hard, angular jawline was visible.

He didn't go to see the medical staff who were frozen in place.

Instead, he walked directly to the operating table.

He stood there quietly, his gaze lowered, looking at Su Qiong, who was lifeless and utterly broken on the platform.

There weren't any unnecessary movements!

But he was simply standing there, and he himself was like a giant world tomb.

"Phew!"

The young man in black robes stared at Su Qiong for a long time, and then a very faint sigh came from under his blood-stained hood.

He slowly raised his right hand, which was wrapped in bandages, and reached it towards Su Qiong.

This was accompanied by an extremely subtle movement.

"Buzz~!"

The next moment, the void behind the youth tore open silently.

A phantom river, entirely constructed of unknown laws, surged forth from the black crack.

The river is not wide; it only occupies a small area below the ceiling of the ward.

The river flows with murky, dark black water.

Beneath the surface, countless fragments of time lie floating and sinking.

There were collapsed city walls, a burning sky, and huge, unrecognizable corpses.

As the long river appeared, endless black mist rose from its waters.

These mists carry an ancient, profound, and utterly pure aura of annihilation.

The fog spread rapidly downwards, climbing and spreading along the white walls.

In the blink of an eye, it completely enveloped this special care ward.

The metal medical cabinets, cold emergency equipment, and various IV tubing in the room were all stained with a dull, pure black.

Even the indicator lights that were still glowing were completely swallowed up by the black mist.

The long river churns and rolls.

At its center, an extremely dazzling black light was forcibly stripped away.

The black light had a viscous, metallic texture.

After leaving the long river, it crawled downwards along the raised arm of the black-robed youth.

Passing by those old bandages soaked in blood, and over the wide sleeves stained with blood.

Finally, it settled steadily on his fingertip.

The young man slowly pressed down with his fingertips.

The black light made direct contact with Su Qiong's brow.

Nothing happened.

This black substance, representing the ultimate calamity, seeped into Su Qiong's skin along the texture of her skin.

The black light enters the blood vessels, starting from the center of the forehead, and quickly travels throughout the limbs and bones along the network of meridians and blood circulation.

The first thing it arrived at was the heart that had completely stopped beating.

Black matter enveloped the shrunken ventricles.

A powerful, almost unreasonable, vitality was forcefully injected into it.

The necrotic tissue on the surface of the heart detaches instantly.

Immediately afterwards, the heart muscle began its first, extremely weak contraction.

With each heartbeat, the black light is pumped throughout the body.

The abyssal corpse poison that was wreaking havoc in Su Qiong's body couldn't even mount the most basic resistance when it encountered this power.

They were directly crushed and assimilated, completely wiped out.

The scattered quasi-saint essence was forcibly gathered together by the black light.

The shattered and broken bone fragments were realigned and pieced back together.

The broken muscle fibers are rewoven and twisted back together, strand by strand.

At those deep, penetrating wounds on the body surface where bone is visible, fresh granulation tissue grows rapidly and converges towards the center.

……

At this very moment, deep within Su Qiong's consciousness.

She thought she had finally met her death.

All around was a boundless void.

There was no light, no sound, no sense of direction, and even her own thoughts were gradually coming to a standstill.

Just as she was about to completely merge into this deathly silence.

In the boundless darkness, an extremely thin crack appeared.

A ball of light appeared.

The light was exceptionally dazzling, but its core color was an extremely deep black.

Two completely opposite visual experiences are perfectly blended together.

The intense light pierced directly into Su Qiong's fading consciousness.

She felt a strange sense of oppression.

He raised the almost transparent, illusory arm and held it directly in front of his eyes.

Following the gaps between my fingers.

She saw the center of the light source.

There was a person standing there.

The man was wearing a tattered, oversized black robe.

The edges of the fabric were covered with burn marks and tears.

The other person's body was wrapped in thick bandages, with dark red bloodstains faintly visible through them.

Wisps of pure black mist slowly swirled and floated around the figure.