The golden giant tree was collapsing.
This was not a slow withering, nor did it begin with the branches and leaves drying up. It was an irreversible collapse erupting from its very foundation.
The trunk was the first to crack—the golden body that spanned the Myriad Worlds Starry Sky like a divine pillar propping up the heavens split open down the middle.
The crack was so fine that it was almost impossible to see with the naked eye, but it was spreading.
From top to bottom, from bottom to top, from within to without.
In a single breath, that fine line had extended from the roots to the crown, severing every golden branch connected to it along the way.
The fragments of the seals at the breaks did not fall. They drifted upward.
Hundreds of millions of golden fragments rose at once from every corner of the Myriad Worlds Starry Sky like a torrential rain flowing in reverse, drifting toward the depths of the universe.
As they rose, the fragments gradually turned transparent and dispersed, becoming the most primordial Epoch Power.
Those powers surged toward the Myriad Realms Ruins like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, swallowed in one gulp by the ancient pagoda that had lain silent for countless epochs.
The process lasted an entire day and night.
All living beings of the Myriad Worlds raised their heads to watch this scene.
Some knelt and wept bitterly. Some threw back their heads and howled at the sky. Some stood silent as stone.
Even ancient beings who had lived through the previous epoch, Ancient Clan ancestors awakened from dusty seals, had tears glimmering in the corners of their eyes.
They remembered someone.
That towering figure who, more than thirty million years ago, had led the Myriad Worlds in suppressing