Firing a shot into the sky looked reckless, but Tang Luo had actually measured it well.
Having made sure it would not hit anyone, the shot could leave this world and enter the chaotic void beyond its borders.
But it would not travel far before vanishing there.
Unless, at the exact instant Tang Luo "fired," another world suddenly came extremely close to this one—close enough that the slightest movement would bring them into true contact.
Only then could Tang Luo's shot hit something else.
By sheer coincidence, he fired; by sheer coincidence, that world drew close; by sheer coincidence, the shot struck it. The odds were even lower than Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, and Nezha suddenly coming to blows in the Eight-Trigram Furnace over a disagreement, then perishing together.
So what had Tang Luo hit?
"Could it be the fifth of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?" Pig Bajie also looked up at the sky.
Following Tang Luo's shot, the sky gradually darkened. Amid that darkness was a hint of red, like firelight.
"It seems to have suddenly appeared nearby," Tang Luo said. "It probably wasn't just passing through. It's already entered."
What he meant was this world.
At the edge of the world, near the chaotic void, a large number of black stones floated in the air. Red light flickered across them, brightening and dimming like breathing lights.
Several stone statues floated beside those stones.
The statues came in all shapes, most of them humanoid. There was an angel statue with spread wings; a serpent-man statue with a human upper body and a snake's lower body, though far more savage and imposing; and a statue resembling a traditional demon, with enormous wings on its back and two horns on its head.
There had been thirteen in total. Now, only