Chapter 402: The Linglong Secret, The Emperor's Fall

The sensation of dissolution was absolute. Michael York's consciousness, stretched thin and frayed by the forging of the Qilin bone and the severing of fate, was like a drop of ink dispersing in an infinite ocean. The pain was gone, the exhaustion was gone, and soon, he himself would be gone. His life force, burned to the very dregs, could no longer anchor his spirit to the mortal coil. This was the price of defying the heavens, a price he had known was coming. Yet, just as the last vestiges...