For an immortal, their Ordinance was their essence.
When their Ordinance collapsed, it was as if the character for "immortal[1]" (仙) lost its "mountain" radical (山), leaving behind…
Only the "human" (人).
Such was the state of the Ancient Immortal now staggering across the sky.
He gazed at his disintegrating palm, watching the causal patterns that had once granted him omnipotence flow like dying sunlight across his crumbling flesh—their final radiance containing countless luminous butterflies, each embodying fragments of his past causality and fate. Now, these butterflies struggled mid-flight, their essence dissipating.
Witnessing this, the Ancient Immortal smiled bitterly.
All vitality drained from him as decay reclaimed his form. The cracks on his face reopened, his substituted causality erupted anew, his silver hair curled and fell strand by strand!
Even his colossal immortal form behind him began destabilizing.
