The aftershock of the announcement still reverberated.
The announcement text representing the primal colors of chaos did not fade away as quickly as it usually did.
Instead, it became an imprint, suspended within the consciousness of every lord.
It was all about lasting style.
It radiated an indescribable sense of majesty and revelation.
It was far more than a mere piece of information; it was more like a proclamation from a higher plane.
Zong Shen stood within the core of the slowly collapsing [Eye of the Cold Abyss].
The domain space around him, once in a state of absolute stasis, was now covered in web-like cracks.
Having lost the support of the Night King's divine body, this divine domain built from ancient frost and the laws of termination had begun to disintegrate.
And it was disintegrating from its very foundations.
Every one of those cracks represented laws fracturing and collapsing.
As space shattered, the dim chaos behind it was revealed.
It was a void through which faint strands of chaotic radiance occasionally flowed.
The extreme cold was beginning to recede.
Absolute stasis had been replaced by the flowing rebirth that came after all things returned to nothingness.
Everything that formed this domain—whether the dark blue frosty radiance or the frozen fragments of space-time—was silently absorbed and assimilated by the chaos domain.
They became the most primal nourishment, continuously feeding the slowly rotating Chaos Godhead on Zong Shen's chest as its patterns gradually grew more intricate.
Zong Shen was in no hurry to leave.
Becoming a god, especially embarking on the path of a Chaos God, brought more than a leap in strength.
It also brought a complete transformation in perspective and perception.
He could hear the enormous waves stirred within the consciousness of lords across every defensive zone by the