The ancient, red-hot rock strata of the Molten Star Ancient Realm, enduring for hundreds of millions of years, dripped down like molten wax, forming a boiling, inverted waterfall of magma. Upon the vermilion-gold throne piled from the bones of neutron stars, Yanhai slowly opened His twin pupils—two miniature universes currently undergoing supernova explosions. The gushing torrents of light caused the stellar dust in the surrounding space to instantly vaporize into a hazy, iridescent radiance. His crown was a diadem of nine white dwarfs compressed by extreme gravity into adiabatic stellar garlands, their blinding white brilliance weaving a cage that imprisoned temperature. Beneath His bare feet, a stellar core stripped of its outer shell continuously collapsed and reignited, every pulse splashing waves of searing flares around the throne that burned through the void of space. Raising His hand, He held not a fireball in His palm, but a nebular embryo currently undergoing cosmic gestation. Amidst the churning, blazing stardust, hundreds of millions of galaxies struggled, perished, and reorganized in their embryonic forms.
"All that exists is mere firewood."
The ancient Daoist sound was not the vibration of air, but the physical groan of space itself being twisted and torn apart by intense heat, sweeping across the stellar domain accompanied by a particle torrent of gamma-ray bursts. The pure spiritual mist transformed from Lin Moyu's Samsara Dao Domain met this destructive tor…
Chapter 165