Funeral of the Grand Monarch

These starlights did not merely illuminate everything before Phyllis.

They spread!

They grew!

As if alive, they extended from the abyss tightly bound by the Nether God Grand Monarch's countless soft tentacles toward the distant heavens.

Each of those bound tentacles resembled the sigh of an ancient deity—immensely heavy, yet revealing an indescribable despair beneath the starlight.

They had taken the Black Tide as their underlying logic, only to be replaced by stellar currents.

This magnificent scene resembled the enormous crystalline ice tree burning with flames at the bottom of the Atlantis Deep Sea Ruins.

Romantic, unrestrained, and chilling!

At the same time,

everyone in Manila preparing to act,

whether ordinary people curled up and trembling inside houses battered by wind and rain, or High-Level Transcendents hiding in the shadows, ready to answer the Astronomical Society and the Border Observatory,

at that moment,

they all heard a single voice:

It transcended the scope of human language, a howl that struck directly at the depths of the soul.

It was the Nether God Grand Monarch's mournful cry.

Before Rhine, fifth-tier gold was also about to meet its end!

Thus, the Handsome Scholar left no more room for hesitation. He merely slowly made use of the characteristics of these two fundamental forces,

using fabricated galactic patterns to transform the ritual array text originally meant for summoning into a powerful device capable of repelling a specific target.

And this experiment of his

could even

be said to have directly overturned the gate theory of the Many Gates—Alijos.

It was a super ritual comparable to the God Creation Experiment of Peter Higgs in the South Pacific Ocean.

It was the possibility of deriving the difference between the strong and weak forces of the universe through Yang-Mills gauge fields, guiding spatial rifts!

As Su Wen's