A bloodless big hand was so vast it seemed boundless, its end nowhere in sight. Part of the mist was blown away, revealing a rotten sleeve of unknown vintage. Countless years had eroded it badly, leaving it tattered and torn.
A closer look revealed that it was clothing woven from a blend of the most renowned forbidden primary materials from every lineage, yet it had still decayed.
The Pale Big Hand was boundless in size. Otherwise, how could it repeatedly push the Supernatural Center? The mist was still dispersing, yet before the part behind the hand had even been revealed up to the elbow, it already gave people the sensation of reaching the End of Deep Space.
At last, a pitch-black chain was exposed there. Its material could not be identified. It was dim, without runes or rust, and it shackled the arm.
Vaguely, amid the resonant hum of the Dao, the gods seemed to hear the crisp clinking of the great hand dragging the iron chain behind it.
Perhaps, if one were inside the mist, what one heard would be the ear-splitting crash of iron chains colliding?
"Could that be the big hand that reached out from the region blocked by the Supernatural Center's projection? Perhaps some unknown creature was saving itself." The giant demon Gu Sanming spoke, his expression incomparably grave.
Even the saints, who had watched the Mythical Center migrate across era after era and looked down upon the rise and fall of all worlds, felt heavy-hearted now. That big hand bound by chains was far too mysterious, its origin unfathomable.
Most crucially, it had come from within the mist.
Wu, Yuan, Qi, and the others naturally knew that such mist likely involves the Six-time Limit Breaking Domain!
The question was whether it had been caused by