The Last Sky-Opening

In the Prehistoric World, years were not counted, and no one knew how long the Prehistoric World had existed by now.

Since the end of the Investiture of the Gods, the living beings within the Chaos Bead had already passed through more than a thousand disasters.

In other words, more than a thousand yuanhui had passed in the Prehistoric World since the Investiture of the Gods.

Yet such a long stretch of time was, to the living beings of the Prehistoric World, only so much.

In the Prehistoric World, as long as one attained True Immortal, one could share the lifespan of heaven and earth.

In the past, the Fierce Beasts, Longhan, and Witch-Demon calamities—each Measure Calamity had spanned an exceedingly long time.

After the Investiture of the Gods, however, wide-scale killing calamities were basically no longer seen, and the living beings of the Prehistoric World had long since grown hazy in their sense of time.

Of course, these more than one thousand yuanhui had been unbearably difficult for Saints and Primordial cultivators.

Inside the ancient, unadorned palace hall, the atmosphere was heavy as an abyss.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun sat upright upon the Cloud Bed, his expression graver than ever before.

Below him sat Saints and Primordial cultivators, one after another.

Zhang Hao's illusory figure sat high at Hongjun's side, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"Bengtian is coming."

With just those four words, the air inside Purple Cloud Palace froze.

It had taken only a little over a thousand yuanhui, a span of more than a billion years.

Could that Daoist Bengtian truly have ground all those worlds in the chaos into oblivion?

"Beyond the chaos, the heavens are being annihilated, myriad worlds are returning to ruins, and that hand is already close to wiping at the very doorstep