Meng Chao hurled his life, his will, and his entire soul, fresh from having endured tens of millions of reincarnations, into the crystal wall.
From somewhere unimaginably far beyond the crystal wall, he heard an earth-shattering boom, like the thunderous birth of creation itself.
Like a surging tidal wave, the boom swept from infinity away to right before him in an instant.
Within the crisscrossing spiderweb cracks blasted open by "Martial God" Lei Zongchao, the pioneer's blood had not yet fully dried when the successor's blood splashed across them anew. Like hot oil poured over ice, it erupted with sharp hissing crackles, spewing pillars of multicolored smoke.
Time seemed to freeze.
Or perhaps the time that had been frozen for billions of years had been torn open from its strongest seal by Lei Zongchao and Meng Chao, charging forward one after the other.
The seemingly indestructible crystal wall shattered with a roar. Countless crystal fragments scattered in every direction like the first particles of the cosmic Big Bang, in a Celestial Maiden Scattering Flowers.
Yet Meng Chao was not blown away by the shockwave.
Instead, driven by the sheer violence of the impact and carried by inertia, he staggered and plunged into the world behind the crystal wall.
Behind the crystal wall was a tunnel leading straight to Earth's Core.
Or perhaps it was the gravitational well of an incomparably immense celestial body.
It might even have been the birth canal of the mother body that had birthed the entire universe.
Meng Chao could not tell whether he was "falling," "sliding," or being drawn by the primordial mother body to merge willingly into its most central domain.
After an unknown amount of time—so long that time and space themselves lost all meaning—the lights, lines, and scenes spinning around him like