The sky curled under the disturbance of an unknown force.
From a distance, the azure firmament seemed to have turned into an inverted ocean shimmering with light. Countless wave-like ripples covered its surface, while the torn and distorted clouds became shattered spray on the sea, spreading outward in rings with the ripples. As time passed, more and more of these strange ripples appeared, gradually shrouding the entire field of vision. Within the fluctuations of space and time, bizarre scenes slowly began to emerge.
This was no simple Spatial Teleportation. In terms of scale, energy level, and information volume, this was a far more staggering and inconceivable great rift. It was a connection between two worlds. The Wall of Reality, formed from the degradation of the world barrier, was splitting open into a huge gap. Under the control of some kind of selection mechanism, the gap crossed a "distance" that could not be described with numbers and ultimately opened on Earth.
The Day of Descent had arrived. The exiles from the Dream Plane were about to enter this world.
On a hilltop already covered with many plants, Hao Ren quietly watched the changes in the distant sky. Although his eyes were open, his body remained as motionless as a stone sculpture. Several ignorant, sluggish little beasts bounced around on him, completely unaware that the stone sculpture that had remained here for many years had just "come back to life."
Looks like it's time to get up.
Hao Ren took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Then he blinked, swayed his head from side to side, and lifted his hands from his knees. Some delicate vines snapped under his movements with faint cracking sounds. The little beasts that had made this place their home finally reacted. Screeching in panic, they scattered from