Within the boundless darkness of Chaos, three immense, limitless pillars were wreathed in endless chaotic aura. No life remained above them, and enormous cracks, faintly visible, were scattered throughout the universe.
The central Cang Tian Giant Pillar had split down the middle and was gradually collapsing. Countless stars orbited it, and all of them perished alongside it, turning to dust.
The sight was shocking. This was the Pillar of Creation, entering the final days of a Chaos Epoch as it marched toward death.
At that moment, the void cracked apart, and a black hole seemingly forged from black gold emerged. Three figures walked out from within, their auras overwhelming enough to crush the heavens and universe.
They were Thousand Jun Dao Ancestor, the Great Serpent Demon, and Emperor Heaven.
"The Nine Nether Demon Ancestor and the ancestor of the Dao Alliance have yet to arrive." The Great Serpent Demon stared into the distance. The entire Pillar of Creation had already completely collapsed.
In the depths of the dark universe, a vast ocean surged together. A figure in a blood-red robe stood atop the Nine Nether Demon Sea.
"Nine Nether, this old man thought you would not dare to come," Thousand Jun Dao Ancestor said with a smile.
"Such an opportunity is rare beyond measure. We seek a sliver of survival. Also, allow me to introduce you all—this is my descendant, Chen Mu!" The Nine Nether Demon Ancestor looked at the three of them and spoke coldly.
Behind the Nine Nether Demon Ancestor stood a youth in a black robe. He was lean and rather gloomy.
He had clearly reached some sort of agreement with the Soul Screamer and had not even come into conflict with him.
"Where is Su Changqing?" Thousand Jun Dao Ancestor asked, holding a walking stick. His