A dozen or so Small Worlds at the bottom of the Land of Creation had been torn open, and Red Mist was steadily pouring in.
Of these dozen-odd breaches, three were especially enormous, as if they were about to pierce through the entire Small World.
Across the three enormous rifts,
one could vaguely make out the endless Blood-colored Mountain Range.
The Blood-colored Mountain Range was unimaginably huge, stretching across several dozen major regions. Even massive Calamity Beasts looked like tiny, inconspicuous grains of sand atop it.
At that moment, the middle section of the mountain range rose and fell slightly, as if a giant beast were breathing.
With each inhalation and exhalation, Red Mist surged forth, and the Small World of the Land of Creation gradually took on a blood-red hue. It was not merely the color—the earth itself was slowly turning into flesh, as though it had become the membrane lining of a giant beast's stomach.
Across the second rift, Red Mist spread while black mist swirled.
Vaguely, countless black roots could be seen piercing through the earth. They grew wildly and spread in every direction.
At first glance, these black roots did not seem particularly large, but that was merely an illusion caused by comparing them to an entire major region. Looking closely, one could see that atop the tiny, smooth cut ends of some black roots stood towering cities.
These were mighty cities!
Yet atop the black roots, they were as small as model building blocks. One could imagine just how enormous those roots were.
Across the third rift, an enormous nest had taken root across an entire major region. It expanded and contracted, its surface covered with countless openings, as dense as a beehive.
Every so often, endless monsters flew out of the nest.
Among them