Snap!
A crisp finger snap exploded through the dead, extinguished chaos, and the world that had been collapsing and fracturing seemed to have been paused in an instant.
In that moment, infinite light burst forth from the deepest darkness.
Colors, warmth, vegetation, insects, beasts, mountains, rivers, pavilions, and cities returned one by one. Familiar things once more entered countless pairs of eyes.
"Had enough?"
A lazy voice drifted from behind a gnarled ancient tree. The figure leaning against its trunk yawned and looked up at the sky.
This...
In their daze, everyone seemed to awaken from a dream and instinctively reached for bodies that had shattered along with space itself.
They were completely unharmed.
Kunlun, too, was exactly as it had always been.
Everything just now had seemed like an illusory dream.
The sword-drawn Taigong Wang and First Emperor turned toward the voice. They were initially stunned, then their pupils rapidly contracted.
No, not entirely!
Beneath the tree, golden grains of sand covered an uneven tablet, while moving fingertips traced a vivid sand painting.
Within the painting, an emperor in black dragon robes wielded a sword and transformed into a giant god, while a young man in a dark Daoist robe held a whip and commanded the stars.
The battling pair tore apart the sky and shattered the earth, until they and everything around them turned into boundless chaos.
Samael brushed away the layer of sand painting, closed the Fate Tablet before him, rose to his feet, and smiled as he casually teased them.
"A friendly reminder: the warranty card only gets one use. If you can't keep your hands to yourselves next time, don't come looking for me."
In an instant, intense horror and absurdity flooded their minds.
They seemed to see such a scene:
Two powerful ants crawled