The sky had split open. This was no ordinary fracture, but a horrific celestial collapse the likes of which the Primordial World had not seen since the fall of Mount Buzhou! The firmament appeared to have been torn asunder by the unseen claws of a giant, leaving a ghastly wound that spanned from east to west. Through it, the murky waters of the Celestial River, laden with the fierce gales of the nine heavens, poured down like a broken levee. Beneath it, deep within Guixu, the ancient rift—already rent asunder by the onslaught of infinite tribulations—now emitted a low, mournful wail, like the roar of a billion savage beasts. Thick, ink-like turbidity from Guixu, saturated with the scent of endless decay and destruction, erupted like festering pus, surging upward to pierce the heavens!
As the sky tilted and the earth gave way, these two cataclysmic forces collided and merged at the "wound" of the Primordial World, creating a chaotic, forbidden zone that swallowed all light. The gale-winds were like billions of bone-scraping blades, and the turbid vapors acted as an eternal, soul-eroding toxin. Wherever they passed, ley lines withered, mountains crumbled, and the stars tottered, on the brink of falling. The wailing of billions of sentient beings and the sorrowful cries of collapsing natural laws wove together the prelude to the apocalypse.
"It's too late!" Yang Jian’s third eye, set in his forehead, blazed with fury. His divine light, piercing like a torch, cut through the la…
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