The Primordial World collapsed. The starry sky shattered, darkness shrouded the earth, and a chill spread across the heavens. The universe seemed to have stopped, sinking into a deathly silence without a sound. All things withered. Darkness was the dominant hue; all light and all hope would be buried forever in endless darkness...
Only endless darkness remained, with no light, no warmth, only a shattered reality. The vitality of the past, the boundless beauty of the past, all turned to dust, slowly fading away in the desolate void.
Beyond the Primordial World, the boundless Chaos churned, still peering into the shattered space. The ruined world had shrunk by an unimaginable amount; it seemed one could see its edge with the naked eye!
Hongjun gazed at this shattered world, a ruin without a trace of light, utterly silent and still. His eyes were unfocused as he fell into deep thought.
This was the end of a world's destruction!
The entire Primordial World had been boundless, with living beings inhabiting almost every inch of space. How many creatures had been buried in this great calamity? How many lives had been ended? No one knew. Although he had transferred some of them to safety, that number was far too small—far too small.
Every living being had the right to survive. Heaven and Earth had granted them that right, yet cultivators like them had mercilessly taken it away.
Hongjun's heart stirred. An ancient jade disk flew out of his Primordial Spirit. He opened his mouth and spat a stream of Primordial Qi into it. The jade disk immediately rang out with a cacophony, as though every sound in the world had appeared at once, yet without descending into disarray. Thunder boomed, rain pattered crisply, a bell rang out deep and resonant, a great drum