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The sky and earth were pitch-black. Howling winds rampaged, and an air of despair and deathly silence filled the world.

A pillar of purple lightning crashed down. Wherever it passed, pitch-black cracks flashed into being, and the void shattered. Before its destructive power, people felt as though their very souls were about to burst apart.

Bai Yang, directly beneath the pillar of purple lightning, felt it most keenly. Even with his cultivation at the Divine Path Heavenly Master Realm, before that pillar he was like an ant facing a true dragon, about to be wiped out the next instant.

"Unwelcome in this world. What a pity."

A sigh sounded beside Bai Yang's ear. The person secretly helping him was powerless, too, and the force holding back the heavenly lightning vanished.

At that moment, Bai Yang felt he could not withstand the purple lightning. He even considered whisking himself and Little Cat and the others back to Earth to temporarily escape the crisis.

He had never expected that painting a scroll of the apocalypse would provoke such an immense reaction from this world.

When he began painting, he had thought of the cycle of change and renewal in all things: if the world flourished, then one day it would surely be destroyed. Thus, he had painted a scroll of the apocalypse to reveal the cycle of the Heavenly Dao.

Yet it seemed to predict the future. The Heavenly Dao would not tolerate it and sought to bring down the might of heavenly lightning to destroy it.

Just as Bai Yang was about to take Little Cat and the others back to Earth to avoid the danger, the scroll stirred strangely.

A stream of pure black energy shot skyward from the scroll. It contained a pure force of destruction—domineering, merciless, and cold,