The Gate of Guixu, that massive portal spanning the edge of the Chaos Sea, a symbol of the end of all things, was no longer a silent tombstone. Its surface, as rough as primordial stone, began to ripple with thick, heavy waves without warning. It was as if some indescribable horror behind the gate was awakening from an eternal slumber, attempting to reach its will into this fledgling Primordial World. Space groaned under an unbearable burden, and time twisted into grotesque vortices around it.
In the next instant, accompanied by a soundless roar as if a billion worlds were shattering simultaneously, a giant hand—covered in gray-black, coarse fur like rock, each strand tipped with chaotic energy capable of annihilating stars—violently tore through the surface of the Gate of Guixu and thrust into the heavens and earth of the Primordial World!
The scale of this hand was beyond comprehension. Merely by thrusting halfway out, its shadow shrouded the vast Ley Lines space below, engulfing the disintegrating World-Destruction Black Lotus, the remnants of Nezha’s primordial spirit, and the area where Yang Jian and the others stood in a cold, deathly darkness. A fear of ultimate nothingness, rooted in the instincts of life, washed over the minds of all present like a frigid tide.
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