Above the Chaos Sea, the waves of calamity had yet to subside. Although the Gate of Guixu had closed, the dark rift that had swallowed the infant remained, a twisted scar upon the void that radiated the harrowing remnants of annihilation. At the zenith of this sky, where the Primordial World Heaven and Earth lay shattered and the myriad things wailed in grief, the True Form of the Black Tortoise hovered in majestic stillness.
Its massive body, a coiling fusion of turtle and snake, flowed with the light of creation, transcending time and space. The turtle shell was as heavy as a mountain range, every ridge seemingly engraved with ancient proverbs of the cosmos’s genesis; the serpent’s body was as agile as a galaxy, its scales shimmering with the deep, blue glow of heavenly calculations. The phantom images of the Hetu and Luoshu swirled slowly around it, weaving an unfathomable innate array. Beneath its four feet, the phantom of the God-Slaying Spear, though dimmed, still exuded a biting, murderous aura that made gods and demons recoil in terror.
This innate holy spirit, born from the mournful cry of the Xiaotian Hound’s severed claw and the concentrated essence of the Chaos Sea, slowly lowered its head. Its slit pupils, which seemed to contain all the secrets of the Chaos Sea, pierced the barriers of space to clearly reflect the tragic and desperate scene unfolding upon the Primordial World:
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