The phantom gathered and took shape, yet remained incredibly hazy.
It seemed like a figure that had slowly manifested only after the collapse and explosion of a cosmic singularity had reached some extreme limit, but it appeared to be merely a preliminary incarnation.
"What is that?"
Everyone seemed to hear the entire universe, the entire world, from within the singularity.
Animals, sand and stones, flowers, birds, insects, fish, light and storms, spring, summer, autumn, and winter—everything with will and everything without will converged into a powerful torrent.
"Genesis! This is artificially reversing and distorting every rule of the universe, tracing them back to the distant past, and creating the world anew!"
"What a terrifying Dao technique."
"But what is that image within the singularity?"
"No idea."
"It seems to have formed naturally."
The saints and Heavenly Daos of the Myriad Realms were stunned, finding it difficult to imagine.
The singularity was the Great Dao source of the universe, the sole origin point of its birth, the primordial imagination that contained and encompassed all things. Yet within it lay a mysterious ancient image, enough to astonish anyone.
In this battle, everyone had been shocked by the evil god's "nuclear-level" suicidal Dao technique. Their worldview had been completely overturned.
"Could it be a prehistoric Eleventh-Order being?"
Zhi Ji said, "After all, according to our deductions, the Eleventh Order is an existence that grasps the Great Dao Singularity. The collapse and explosion of the universe, the replacement of transcendent systems hundreds or thousands of times—none of it can make his power vanish. He is true eternity, because every power system is merely a branch evolved from the cosmic singularity. Perhaps it came from the remains of a prehistoric Eleventh-Order being? Or something else?"
"Who knows?" Emperor Lord looked calm.
Zhi Ji rolled her