Beneath the crimson storm, mountains collapsed, streams ran dry, the earth crumbled, and the sky shattered. As far as the eye could see, the painting called "the world" seemed to be wantonly battered and torn apart by an invisible pair of giant hands, gradually approaching its final doom and becoming scattered scraps of paper.
The lives standing amid this collapsing heaven and earth seemed so tiny, so insignificant, as though they could only bow their heads and crawl upon the ground, resignedly awaiting this irresistible destruction.
Yet, accompanied by an ancient rhythm, a beam of light shot into the sky, piercing heaven and earth in an instant.
The cascading silver-white radiance was like hardened glue, forcibly binding the fragmented world back together. Everything seemed frozen in place. The crimson spatial storm that had torn countless chasms through heaven and earth met the silver-white holy glow as though it had struck an impregnable fortress, unable to advance an inch.
Holy Lance Rhongomyniad was the Tower of End that sustained heaven and earth, fixing the inner and outer worlds in place.
It could be said that it and the Gouging Sword, which shattered all things and annihilated space, were natural opposites: spear and shield.
In theory, Divine Constructs at this level had no absolute superiority or inferiority.
Thus, their respective wielders became the deciding factor in determining the upper limit of their power.
Unfortunately, whether human or doll, there was ultimately an enormous gulf between them and a god.
At the same time, the slender figure standing at the point where the silver-white waterfall of light clashed with the crimson storm suddenly opened his eyes. His moving lips seemed to chant an ancient ballad as he softly intoned.
"Beyond the skies, rushing toward the earth. It is the pillar of light standing