In the deathly silent, chaotic deep sea, something far beyond the bounds of the mundane quietly emerged from the depths of darkness. Its outline gradually became clear, revealing its colossal entirety.
Shattered, deathly still, and twisted.
It was a Shattered Planet.
It seemed to have been forcibly torn apart by some immense power. Countless fragments floated around it, its surface bearing traces of forests burned to ashes and rivers cut off from their flow. In the fractured regions, many root-like things could still be seen.
Perhaps it was the remains of a guardian.
It had likewise lost all signs of life. Like a tombstone, it floated alone in the deep sea, recounting the history of bygone days.
Luo Chuan and Yao Ziyan were its only witnesses.
How large was a planet?
From a certain distance away, one was as tiny as a speck of dust.
Only on the scale of space could mortals clearly comprehend their own place in relation to the universe.
Even the civilization of an entire world was merely a single wave in the vast ocean of the cosmos. Perhaps in the next instant, it would drift away with the current, leaving no trace behind.
Yao Ziyan instinctively moved closer to Luo Chuan.
Even if she had inexplicably become the God of Destiny, it had only happened within the past two years.
The deathly silence and desolation of an entire planet washed over them, as if one could feel the unwillingness of a civilization at the moment of its extinction. Sorrow swept in like a tidal wave.
Luo Chuan held Yao Ziyan and softly sighed.
A disaster that had swept across the entire universe, the abyss...
What had happened in the past?
And what sort of relationship did the Goddess have with him?
Luo Chuan desperately wanted