Fear spread.
That voice belonged to no known living creature.
In that instant, Lin Heng's five senses were nearly stripped away, and even the Humanity Domain showed visible cracks.
Above the heavens, those densely packed pupils suddenly converged into a massive vortex. At its center, a hand emerged...
A black, transparent hand—illusory yet real—slowly pressed down from above.
"The Immortal Realm's Heavenly Mandate has been replaced."
Lin Heng abruptly turned to look at Jiang Jingyi. At the same time, both of them sensed that aberration on the level of laws.
The sky above their heads was no longer the sky they knew.
From the moment that hand descended, the law imprints of every cultivator within a hundred thousand li began to tremble violently.
This was a sign that the Great Dao was changing hands!
Dugu Feng and the others clutched their chests and staggered back a step.
Meng Yutong, standing in the void, had two of the Great Dao halos encircling her body shatter outright.
"So this is the First Epoch's Heavenly Mandate? It's actually pulling the rug out from under the cauldron." Lin Heng gripped his twin swords, his expression more grave than ever before.
"What a pity." That voice came again, casual and indifferent. "I thought this world could hold on a little longer. I didn't expect it to be digested so completely so soon.
"Those ants that struggled for so long don't even have their final barrier anymore."
Rumble!
Deep underground, the three black pillars in the east, west, and north simultaneously unleashed a ring-shaped shockwave.
Countless streams of Black Mist poured out from within the pillars, condensing into one Calamity Chief-level figure after another.
One, two, five, ten.
Every one of them emanated a terrifying aura that surpassed the limits of this world.
"This is bad..."