This Is an Era Disaster

Time seemed to freeze at that instant. The ball of light from the antimatter explosion was somewhat different from a hydrogen bomb's detonation.

The entire city did not erupt with an earth-shattering boom. Instead, it was swallowed by a bone-chilling absolute silence, followed by the pure white light of energy produced as matter and antimatter annihilated one another.

The streets vanished. The parks vanished. The crisscrossing overpasses vanished.

Tens of millions of lives—their fear, love, memories, unfinished words, and unrealized dreams—were utterly annihilated within that white light without stirring even the slightest ripple.

There were no screams, no struggles, not even a trace of ash left behind!

The white light was like an infinitely large, perfectly clean eraser, wiping the city from the map of the earth bit by bit with unquestionable precision.

It advanced outward steadily and at a uniform speed, leaving behind only a Lava Lake melted by intense heat wherever it passed.

"No... don't!" Several Deep Blue Civilization leaders cried out in grief, seeming to age hundreds of years in that instant.

They watched helplessly as a bright point appeared in one small corner of Pangu Continent on the satellite feed.

Whether those gods had been killed by the blast remained unknown for the moment.

But the Deep Blue Civilization had been erased from history just like that.

No, it could not exactly be called an erasure from history.

The river of history had instead undergone a subtle turn. Originally, the Deep Blue Civilization would have been a stain in the history books. They had wanted to flee and had made little moves behind the scenes, and because their faith in fighting had been weak, Soul Wither Syndrome had become especially severe.

But now, they had died as martyrs. None of those stains mattered anymore.

History would