For one fleeting instant, it seemed as though everything had fallen silent.
All things were like motes of dust. Only that distant, vast chant remained so clear, as if it were echoing within their souls.
It could not be ignored, obscured, or escaped—
A terror like blind men feeling an elephant rose from the heart of every Hell Creature... Something immense had appeared here, yet no one knew where it was!
All they could see were flames, death, blood, floods, thunder, and pale faces.
And everything besides!
Heaven and earth, clouds and mist—all were its body.
Everything within sight was that omnipresent power itself!
And at the center of its convergence...
In that instant, countless eyes lifted toward the sky!
There was only darkness.
Within the ten-thousand-mile storm clouds, the once dazzling flashes of thunder and lightning could no longer be seen. Amid the surging waves, only a faint gleam of electricity emerged.
Compared to towering thunderbolts, it was no more than a scale or claw, making its full form impossible to glimpse.
Yet its solemn, violent majesty surpassed all its former grandeur.
It crushed down upon their souls!
And above the High Heavens, Huai Shi was lost in a daze. All that surfaced in his mind were the words spoken by heroes drinking in those ancient tales.
"A dragon can be great or small, rise or hide. When great, it summons clouds and breathes mist; when small, it conceals itself and hides its form. When it rises, it soars between heaven and earth; when it hides, it lurks beneath the waves..."
"So now, do you know the dragon's transformations, my lord?"
And also an East Xia native, the Wang-surnamed passerby who had finally drifted back through the deep space beyond Hell could only say one thing as he faced