Whoosh—
The starlight was blinding. Meng Chuan grimaced and shielded his eyes, slowly rising to survey his surroundings as he gradually emerged from his daze.
A familiar feeling welled up within him. Although he could not see clearly, he was utterly certain.
He had returned to the imagery world where he dreamed of becoming the Destruction Demon God...
"Where is this...?"
A hurricane swept in from somewhere through the concealing stellar mist. Meng Chuan drifted with the wind, and an even more magnificent sight gradually unfolded before his eyes.
A black star spun, growing larger before him. Only when he drew close did he realize its boundless size, no less immense than the Pangu Star he had seen.
That pure black aura radiated from the planet in vast waves, spreading outward and ravenously devouring everything in the surrounding universe. Stars and other celestial bodies were like papier-mâché, swiftly melting away and vanishing beneath the black aura.
He seemed to be viewing it from a higher-dimensional perspective. The same scene repeated itself over and over before Meng Chuan's eyes.
Alongside these sensory images, torrents of unknown information washed through his mind and understanding. As his thoughts grew chaotic, Meng Chuan's vision gradually blurred. Black aura enveloped his body as well, dragging him toward the culprit behind it all.
That black star.
Meng Chuan could not control himself and slowly fell into it. When he opened his eyes, black flames encircled his body. They engulfed heaven and earth as well, consuming all his perceptions, which vanished completely as the flames passed through him.
"Hiss..."
He made no further movements, quietly waiting to awaken—or for something else to happen.
This is only an imagery world, a calling from Destruction. I'll be fine...
Meng Chuan reassured himself inwardly.
But he still could not help