Chaos Demon God Phantoms Interfere? The Primordial Wilderness Sky Changes, and the Helpless Dao Ancestor Says: Stop
Whoosh...
The tip of the Great Dao Fishing Rod bent into a breathtaking arc.
The dense Great Dao patterns along its shaft flared up at the same instant, their blazing light illuminating the entire northern shore of Golden Ao Island as brightly as day.
The fishing line stretched taut, and the end submerged in the River of Time seemed to have hooked an entire Primordial Divine Mountain, impossibly heavy.
Qingyuan stood atop a reef. The terrifying recoil had already forced the reef beneath his feet three inches downward, squeezing seawater out from its base and turning it into rings of white foam that spread in every direction.
He could clearly sense that, at the other end of the fishing line...
That Moon Star, silent for who knew how many years, was being desperately held back by countless invisible hands!!
Those hands reached up from the riverbed of the River of Time.
They varied in size and shape.
Some were knobby-boned, some were covered in broken scales, and some had rotted until only a few finger bones remained. Yet ancient, obscure Chaos runes were engraved upon every hand, exuding a desolate aura that had existed before Heaven-Opening...
They clung densely to the Moon Star's surface.
They extended from the star's edge all the way into its core, like countless iron chains that had taken root.
They firmly nailed that silver star, which had once shone upon the Primordial Wilderness, to the end of time.
At the source of those countless hands, deep within the River of Time, massive phantoms large enough to blot out the sky slowly churned.
They were Chaos Demon Gods who had fallen in the Heaven-Opening Tribulation. Their corpses had long since turned into Chaos dust, but their lingering wills had not completely dissipated, instead sleeping in this