From the age of slash-and-burn cultivation to the rise and fall of dynasties, the world of gods had always hung overhead, mysterious and unknown, the source of all legends.
Even the size of the world of gods could not be answered precisely by anyone in the world.
The moment the world of gods opened, the stars seemed to come alive, breaking free from their original orbits and becoming impossible to fathom as they welcomed the world of gods.
No legend, theory, or experience could explain this phenomenon.
As a sliver of sunlight emerged from the world of gods, prayers rang out throughout the White Horse Dynasty as people begged the gods for protection.
"Director, His Majesty sent someone to ask..." the deputy director of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau reported.
The director's lips twitched, his expression complicated, and it was impossible to tell whether he was crying or laughing. "Ask me what? About the world of gods?"
Is this something I can explain?
Forget me—even if all the directors from every generation were resurrected and gathered together, not one of them could explain this.
"Father, is that fragment of the world of gods getting bigger?" his silent son suddenly asked.
The director and the deputy director looked up at the same time. Their already uneasy hearts leaped straight into their throats.
A fragment of the world of gods that filled their entire field of vision was approaching them.
And when his son had first noticed that fragment, it had been only the size of a sesame seed!
"Is this... the calamity that will destroy the world?"
The director's lips trembled, his heart turned to ashes. This was a natural disaster, something no one could resist.
When that fragment of the world descended, it would be the moment the White Horse Dynasty