The Main God Tomb

Vast and boundless, the End of Time-Space was so desolate that no matter or life existed. Only the bizarre, dazzling scenes of distorted spacetime remained.

As Fang Xiu passed through these places, he sometimes felt as if he were a lump of dough being kneaded into a ball and then flattened. At times, he was stretched hundreds of kilometers long; at others, he became like a sheet of paper folded in half. Sometimes, he even felt as if he had been sliced into countless pieces, yet he could still sense that they remained connected.

If not for the power of the Time and Space Clock's Mythical Domain trait, any other existence would have been torn apart and annihilated the instant it arrived here.

Yet at that moment, Fang Xiu saw a terrifying sight along the way.

Ahead, a living Mythical Ship was blazing a path, gradually leaving the Time-Space Distortion Zone and entering a calm, tranquil stretch of space. But coming toward them was a crystal radiating light across hundreds of millions of kilometers.

It was an existence standing alone in the darkness like an iceberg. But what truly horrified people was not the crystal itself, but the vast, shattered, decaying clocks frozen within it.

"Whoa? No way, right?" Wind Crow Roster Joel, standing on Fang Xiu's shoulder, looked at the towering existence in the distance, which resembled a massive crystal monument, and at the various incomplete, decaying giant clocks inside it. Then he turned to look back at the silver Time and Space Clock beneath him. Aside from being more finely crafted, it was not much different from those within the crystal.

That was a Time and Space Clock—or rather, a Main God Clock that had been destroyed. The immortal divine artifact had been frozen, leaving it no chance