Amid the chaos, there was utter silence. No life could survive there.
Yet the Mother River flowed on, carrying incomparably rich vitality and giving rise to all kinds of wonders of life.
Countless planets were born, and the variety of species was even more intricate—truly mysterious and wondrous.
However, although the Mother River was vast, it still had its limits and could not cover all of the chaos.
Whenever it swept past a place and gradually receded into the distance, the vitality there would slowly dissipate, and the chaos would cover it once more.
To the Mother River and to the chaos, this was merely a law. But to the continents, planets, and countless living beings born in that region, it was an apocalyptic calamity.
The world Jiang Yan now occupied was precisely a forsaken world abandoned when the Mother River moved away. The silence of death had already descended, and the Black Tide was the harbinger of its destruction.
Once the Mother River's power vanished, everything here would return to chaos, and all living beings would die.
Although the Heavenly Dao was a special life-form, it would not be exempt.
Even ants struggled to survive, and the Heavenly Dao was no different. Otherwise, it would not have let Jiang Yan pass through his tribulation so easily, nor helped him complete the construction of the second layer of hell.
The Vital Energy rain afterward had likewise been a gesture of goodwill from the Heavenly Dao.
In the unseen depths, the will of this world had sensed the danger of its own destruction. Thus, it placed its hopes in the powerful beings of this world, hoping that someone could turn the tide and save it.
"Thank you for the gift, but even I can't say whether I'll survive this tribulation. I