The Black Lotus abyss swallowed half of the Primordial World, and the churning, deathly silence of chaos spread like an expanding ink stain, eroding the remnants of the world. An isolated-island-like canyon drifted and sank in the void, its edge rocks annihilated in silence. The youth-form Luohou leaned casually against the main lotus platform, holding the half-section of the Finger Bone of the Genesis Primordial Spirit between his fingertips. A smile that saw through destruction played at the corner of his mouth, like a spectator in a theater enjoying the finale dance of the Black Lotus accelerating its devouring. In the canyon, Yang Jian shielded the Xiaotian Hound, Sun Wukong leaned on his Ruyi Jingu Bang and gasped for breath, the Black Tortoise bore the stone book on its back, the Qingping Sword seedling swayed in the energy storm, and the Qing flame of Nezha's primordial spirit burned unsteadily at the center of the Eight Trigrams Array—all of them mere struggling ants in Luohou's eyes.
Yet, just as this shadow of destruction enveloped everything, and even the truth that "Heaven and Earth are merciless" seemed about to be swallowed by the deathly silence of chaos—
"Roar—!!!"
Chapter 446