The gate of the Continuance Institute once again proved its performance and reliability.
No matter what earth-shattering changes had occurred within, nothing could be seen from the outside.
No cracks or instability were visible. Only sharp sounds like the wail of the world spread from the violently trembling Stone Cube.
Huai Shi's vision darkened in waves.
"Huai Shi, Huai Shi, wake up!"
Kuafu roared, grabbing his collar and shaking him hard. "This isn't the time to space out!"
Beyond the blazing sunlight, darkness rose from the ground like a tide, becoming a wall that swallowed everything as it surged forward. It had waited for this moment after who knew how long spent preparing and watching.
The abyssal tide launched its counterattack.
The earth was once again stained red with blood. Before the blazing sun, gigantic axes continually fell from the clouds, like mountains carving ravines, smashing the rushing tide apart again and again beneath the Indian Martial God's swings.
The tide was endless, never ceasing.
Amid the thunder, the drums sounded once more.
A song of destruction was chanted carelessly as it crept closer inch by inch.
Yet at that critical moment, Huai Shi's vision kept going black.
Unable to bear the high-pitched, piercing sound, terrifying pain that seeped into his soul erupted without end. At last, he realized that the source of the pain was not the bizarre echo bursting from the Stone Cube.
It came from within his own soul...
That silent ancient tome.
As if it had been heated red-hot, a crack faintly split across its cover.
Fate was wailing.
In that instant, Huai Shi finally felt it.
Something was being altered soundlessly, while he remained utterly unaware.
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Within the Continuance Institute, the irritating shriek of alarms could not be heard.
Under the auxiliary intelligence's arrangements,