The struggles among the Fate-Ruling Gods were often difficult to understand and dragged on for a long time.
Aaron quietly watched Olivia and the others pray to the Crimson Sun for half a month.
Then, all the Beyonders suddenly sensed something.
"Has it come? The end of everything?"
Aaron calmly delivered a divine oracle. "Have the ordinary believers leave. This place is about to become very dangerous!"
Aaron left the Shelter.
At that moment, a rift split open in the Dark Canopy that had shrouded the world for over half a month.
He witnessed the most spectacular sight of his life.
The sun had died!
In the boundless Dark Universe,
several indescribable beings, some covered in wounds, some changed in form, and some having given birth to new and powerful godspawn,
were so vast they defied measurement. Their bodies seemed to be composed of countless mysteries and symbols, every inch pushing the limits of human comprehension and reason.
Now, like beasts surrounding their prey, they began dividing up what the Crimson Sun had left behind.
No!
Although the Crimson Sun had died, in its final moment, it suddenly erupted in crimson light that engulfed the entire world!
No one could look directly at the sky—not even Aaron.
He paid no heed to the cost in mystical energy as he gazed at the heavens.
Countless pieces of esoteric knowledge appeared directly in his mind.
Aaron saw the sun go out. Its endless heat collapsed inward, becoming an extreme cold—a colossal block of ice beyond description! A fleck of ice broke away and followed some mysterious channel, falling toward the Church of Redemption.
Its shadow became a Twisted Bubble, merging directly with some mystery before vanishing without a trace.
Its final sigh became the Extinguishing Wind, a symbol of calamity.
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