Chen Mobai stared at what filled his vision before him. It was vaster than a galaxy, encompassing every Black Hole Vortex, and his pupils abruptly contracted.
Space here had already twisted completely. There was no distinction between up and down, left and right, front and back. If one used a teleportation art, those with low cultivation would be torn into countless pieces in an instant. Even Seventh Order existences who could hold on would collapse toward the indescribable "dark-red Tribulation Eye" at the center of the Black Hole Vortex.
Even time itself had lost all meaning here. Chen Mobai saw ribbons of color being stripped out from the River of Time, with endless scenes of past, present, and future flashing, overlapping, and annihilating within them.
Everything turned into chaos amid annihilation.
Anything that drew near the edge of the black hole, even a Great Dao, would dissolve and vanish without a sound.
True King Taixu stood at the very front of the Black Hole Vortex. Behind him were one majestic Dao Lord Dharma Aspect after another, like giants in the universe, their auras tyrannical; they were at least Seventh Order existences.
They joined hands in forming seals, using the many Great Daos that formed the foundation of the universe to create an incomparably tenacious seven-colored barrier of light resembling the Heaven and Earth Fetal Membrane, firmly holding back the chaos surging out of the black-hole Tribulation Eye.
However, as time passed, this colored curtain of light was also emitting a scalp-numbing "hiss, hiss" sound, corroded and assimilated by the chaotic calamity qi of annihilation. A gray, withered dark-red hue clung like maggots in the bone, constantly spreading along the edges of the light curtain, dimming it.
True King Taixu's face, usually as still as an ancient well without a ripple,