That Great Thousand Thunder Pellet, no larger than a fist, hovered silently above Mo Yu's palm.
Its entire body was purple-silver, with countless hair-thin Lightning Patterns flowing across its surface. Each Lightning Pattern slowly rotated, and with every revolution, a visible ripple spread outward.
Wherever the ripples passed, space did not collapse or distort. Instead... it returned to nothingness.
It was as if the place where the Great Thousand Thunder Pellet existed was the center of the world, the final destination of all things.
Futur Xuan held the Futur Ancestor Tower with both hands, yet he could feel the Ancestor Tower, which had suppressed the ages, trembling violently.
It was not excitement, but fear—the instinctive shudder of an Artifact Spirit when facing a higher-level existence.
The Yin and Yang energies within the Maha Yin-Yang Bottle actually retracted on their own at that moment, not daring to leak out in the slightest.
That Peerless Sacred Object, which devoured all things, now resembled a startled cub, cowering without daring to move.
Within the Tai Ling Ancient Map, the complete world was currently collapsing. Mountains and rivers fell, waterways reversed their courses, and the sun and moon lost their light... It was the instinctive reaction of a world facing the might of destruction.
The Dark Moon Black Wheel, that dark wheel capable of devouring vitality and annihilating all things, had dimmed at this moment, like a flickering candle that was about to go out.
The four Sacred Objects guarding their clans—four Peerless Sacred Objects powerful enough to make any Saint Grade expert wary—did not dare launch an attack in front of that tiny Thunder Pellet!
"What are you waiting for?!"
Futur Xuan shouted hoarsely. He bit through the tip of his tongue and spat another mouthful of Essence Blood onto the Futur Ancestor