The past, present, and future seemed to have been sliced into countless fragments, intermittent and broken.
Fractured spacetime bled, like "Dao Blood." The entire Mythical Source seemed sickly, deeply abnormal.
"How dare they?!"
In the outer universe, a Great Evil Spirit saw this scene and felt coldness rise from his tailbone, racing up his spine and straight into his skull.
The Saints were drawing upon the Supernatural Center, making it shift slightly and change course by half a step. The Supernatural Great Universe roared, and Black Snowflakes even fell in some regions.
Such a sight, such consequences, made one suspect that the darkest era in supernatural history had arrived. An accident had occurred during the transition of the Supernatural Center, and the Mythical Source was about to burst its banks.
Though the outer Saints, path-changers, evil gods, and others were in decaying universes, they still felt cold all over. In the end, they had not fully escaped the Supernatural Center's influence and needed the afterglow it radiated to survive.
Now, the Saints were forcibly altering the trajectory of mythology, deliberately shifting the Supernatural Center. This was a vast undertaking; even Great Evil Spirits would not dare entertain such a thought.
With the slightest misstep, the Supernatural Center might breach the existing Great Universe and burst away.
"The Mythical Source is bleeding. This strange spectacle is clearly a warning. They've gone mad—aren't they afraid of playing with fire and burning themselves?!" Outer Saints, True Gods, and others stirred restlessly. If something went wrong with the Supernatural Center and it collapsed, they did not dare imagine the consequences.
Once mythology declined, supernatural flames would be difficult to see from then on. The eternal night of ages would become everlasting.
The Saints were borrowing power, stirring boundless towering waves in the Supernatural Light