"Mist" spread through heaven and earth, everywhere at once, reaching all distances, nameless and indescribable.
Zhao Sheng did everything he could to keep his mind clear, yet he could not sense the passage of time at all.
No one knew how long had passed before streaks of dark-golden lightning suddenly emerged from the depths of the sky-filling fog.
The lightning roamed restlessly through the mist, flashing without cease, gradually growing dense and packed, like stars filling the heavens.
In an instant, Zhao Sheng vaguely felt countless indescribable, invisible gazes cast down from the Unknown Land.
The densely packed dark-golden lightning had transformed into dark-golden "eyes." As they opened and closed, they radiated mysterious fluctuations capable of destroying heaven and earth.
Although he had already prepared himself, in that instant, Zhao Sheng still felt his hair stand on end, as if every secret he possessed had been seen through at a glance.
The next moment, an abstruse, incomprehensible, grand and boundless mental fluctuation came through empty space, smashing into the lake of his consciousness with unstoppable might. His divine soul instantly throbbed as if it would split apart, and his awareness quickly became hazy and unclear.
After three lifetimes, even though his cultivation had already reached the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, when he came into contact with the Fate Demon again, he was still as weak as an ant.
Just as Zhao Sheng was filled with shock and terror, the sky-filling fog turned into nothingness out of thin air, and an infinite river, surging mightily with no visible source ahead and no discernible end behind, was born from the void. Its waters were gray-white and turbid, flowing slowly toward an unfathomable future.
At that moment, a bizarre creature with a thousand arms and myriad eyes suddenly walked over from the source of