A dull yet piercing sound echoed endlessly by their ears.
Mount Sumeru's collapse accelerated. It was not merely due to external forces; perhaps because of the collapse itself, some force within was erupting as well.
Before long, the collapse turned into an explosion.
Even Sun Wukong and Tang Luo were swept into the torrent of force, unable to break free for the moment, their vision filled with red and white.
If someone had launched a sneak attack at this moment, they could have achieved unexpected results.
Unfortunately, while Tang Luo and Sun Wukong were only briefly unable to act of their own accord, Nine-Spirit Primordial Sage and Maitreya would not be in much better shape either. They could not possibly come and ambush them.
After a while, the sound and the red-white haze vanished, leaving utter silence before them.
Tang Luo stood in the chaotic void, surrounded by countless "fragments" floating around him. Those fragments were Mount Sumeru.
The immense Mount Sumeru had shattered into its current state.
These fragments varied in size. The large ones resembled mountains, while even the small ones were like massive boulders.
Tang Luo stared for a while and discovered something peculiar about them.
The fragments were not the conventional remnants of Mount Sumeru he had imagined. They were, astonishingly, worlds upon worlds.
Mount Sumeru had originally been made up of three thousand greater, middle, and lesser worlds. Yet this shattering had not completely destroyed Mount Sumeru and the three thousand worlds.
Instead, it had separated those three thousand worlds.
It was like a house built from three thousand bricks of varying sizes, which had now been dismantled back into three thousand individual bricks.
For the living beings inhabiting the three thousand worlds, no destruction of their worlds or catastrophic calamity had occurred.
At most,