At the Ancient God Battlefield Ruins, the newly completed central hub of the Three Yuan Communication Network trembled faintly. Tongtian's grave words, "The final preparations are beginning!" had barely faded when a terrifying warning, born from the instinct to survive and thousands of times stronger than any before, slammed into his Nascent Soul like an apocalyptic tsunami! It came not from anywhere else, but directly from the Chaos Bead and the Primordial World's source, whose resonance sounded like a mournful cry!
He jerked his head up. His gaze seemed to pierce the Thirty-Three Heavens and cross the endless Chaos, taking in a sight that shattered the soul. It was no longer the grotesque, misshapen Vanguard Fortress from before, but a "shadow" so vast it defied description! It had no definite shape, more like a living, ever-swelling "void." Its sheer scale was as if several Primordial Worlds had been layered atop one another, and it was "pressing" toward the Primordial World at an unthinkable speed, silently yet inexorably!
Wherever this "shadow" passed, the Chaos was not pushed aside—it was "devoured"! The colorful Chaos Flow vanished into it in an instant, as if swallowed by a black hole, turning into an even deeper darkness. There was no sound, no light, only the pressure of its very "existence," pure and utterly despairing! Its hunger and Destructive Intent had already condensed into something tangible, like billions of icy tendrils probing the edges of the Primordial World and churning its once relatively calm Chaos Barrier!
The main force of the apocalyptic calamity had arrived! And it had come faster and more ferociously than Tongtian's worst estimate!
"Wuu—humm—" At almost the same moment, every being in the Primordial World whose cultivation had reached the Golden Immortal realm or higher, no matter where they were or what