Crossing the endless sea of stars and traversing several violent Spacetime Turbulence zones, the closer Qin Mo drew to the locked coordinates, the denser the suffocating aura of "deathly silence" and "destruction" became.
This place seemed like the graveyard of the universe. Starlight was dim, laws had withered, and even the most basic energy particles had become inert and sparse.
At last, Qin Mo stopped at the edge of a dark starfield where even light itself seemed to have been devoured. Concealed behind the massive remains of a long-dead, cooled star, his gaze pierced through layers of space as he looked toward the region shrouded in the power of the Devouring God Realm.
The sight before him shook even Qin Mo's Creation Level state of mind, filling him with dread.
It was not a spherical God Realm in the traditional sense, radiant and orderly. It was more like an enormous, slowly writhing dark-red tumor—or rather, a grotesque nest covered in vein-like energy channels! Its surface was uneven. At times, massive cracks split open and spewed murky streams of energy reeking of destruction; at other times, it pulsed like a heart, greedily drawing in the thin remnants of energy from the surrounding void.
Countless fragments of planes floated around this nest-like God Realm.
Some resembled shriveled fruit pits, drained of all moisture and life. Only shattered landmasses and skeletal rock structures remained, drifting soundlessly through the void.
Others looked as though they had been corroded by powerful acid, leaving behind only twisted, charred frameworks and lingering destructive energy that made one sick.
There were even some planes where time itself seemed to have been stripped away, preserving the horrific scene from the instant they were devoured: mountains collapsing, oceans evaporating, and the desperate figures of countless living beings eternally frozen in