"What happened?"
Hearing the roar, this thought flashed through Jiang Qiao's mind.
But his consciousness had already been tugged by a strange force, beginning to drift upward before plunging into a place resembling a Black Hole.
The final second.
He saw Hong Zhou erupt in terrifying blood-colored light, while beside her was Gao Ye, reduced to a pile of minced flesh.
And...
The Vengeful Infant, its eyes filled with unwillingness and resentment, yet already cold and dead.
Aside from that.
He unexpectedly saw another figure...
Archbishop Posen!
He was dead too.
His corpse lay before the Divine Temple gates.
And from the wide-open entrance of the Divine Temple, at the final moment when the woman's figure dispersed and returned to the Nether Sea, a figure walked out.
After that...
Everything before Jiang Qiao's eyes turned dark.
He could no longer see anything.
Jiang Qiao felt himself rapidly passing through some kind of passage.
First came endless darkness.
Then, specks of light appeared all around the darkness, like the Starry Sky of the universe lingering around him.
But soon.
The specks of light collapsed.
They transformed into layers of hazy mist.
Within the mist.
Countless figures seemed to be swaying, while strange currents appeared to surge and ripple.
But in the end.
Nothing appeared.
He passed through at high speed.
Jiang Qiao soon reached the end of the darkness.
There was a door radiating pure white light. Mysterious and profound patterns were sketched across its surface. They could not be deciphered or understood, yet they possessed an extraordinary allure.
They made people unable to resist becoming immersed in them, wanting to observe them carefully and study them seriously.
Jiang Qiao reached out without hesitation.
He pushed open the door.
Then.
His vision blurred.
There was no spinning sky and earth,