At the center of the Main God Platform, a "humanoid figure" appeared.
Its outline constantly twisted and writhed, as if it might disperse at any moment, yet it was forcibly bound into human form by a tyrannical "will of existence."
It had no distinct features, only a deep, endlessly rotating darkness. Within that darkness seemed to flicker the final moments of countless civilizations before their annihilation—cold and mocking.
Its "voice" continued to seep from that whirling darkness, carrying a sticky malice that directly corroded the perceptions of every being that heard it:
"A few drops of aged tears, and you think you can wash away the words 'the end' written on the wall? You pretty little spirits are still so naive, so... self-righteous." The voice paused, as if savoring the Ancient Elf's rare change of expression, then let out an even more delighted, grating chuckle.
"'Primordial Tears'? Hahaha... Not bad. They can erase 'destruction.' But you seem to have forgotten—or rather, you simply don't dare admit—"
The figure raised a hand formed from the same writhing darkness.
"Once 'destruction' is erased, what remains?"
Without waiting for an answer, the strange figure suddenly spread its arms wide, as if embracing the entire battlefield that was being "purified."
A wave of fluctuation, entirely different yet equally unbearable, erupted outward!
It was not only the Ancient Elf who suffered a heavy blow.
Gaokesi, who had been trying to hack in all along, had transformed into one "Old One" after another—and they exploded outright as well.
In theory, the Old Ones could not be killed. Not even an Ascended civilization could accomplish that.
Yet this unfamiliar figure effortlessly dismantled the foundation of the "Old Ones."
Countless light-years away, within the Bubble Universe.
Gao Yuanyuan's face suddenly paled, and a rare trace of panic flashed