An hour ago, the time-space fluctuations of the Seven Star Spirit Realm had become extremely intense, nearly reaching their peak.
Following the old rules, Zhao Sheng instructed the four Yamas to guard the four directions of the spiritual realm, waiting to capture the Outer Heaven Mysterious Essence, while he himself ascended to the dome, quietly awaiting space-time teleportation.
"Ten, nine, eight..."
As time passed, the void around him gradually began to ripple with invisible "ripples," as Zhao Sheng silently counted down in his heart.
By the time he reached the number one, his vision blurred, and upon focusing again, the void around him had undergone a drastic transformation.
Zhao Sheng's pupils couldn't help but contract, as the void took on an unfamiliar form; everywhere he looked, it was dark and chaotic, as if he had returned to the unknowable darkness before the universe had formed, with even greater depths of darkness beyond the chaos.
