With an earth-shaking roar, the once-clear vault of heaven split apart. Countless pitch-black cracks appeared, a scene straight out of the apocalypse.
The clouds overhead were also churned by immense power, transforming into a vast black vortex where wind and thunder surged.
Gales swept across the land, carrying the scent of disaster and destruction.
This abrupt turn of events undoubtedly stunned everyone.
A moment ago, the magnificent chapter of humanity had been vast and resplendent. Yet in the next instant, this was the sight before them. Such a transformation made people wonder whether they had fallen into some illusionary dream.
Or had Great New offended Heaven?!
Almost instinctively, everyone turned their eyes toward the figure atop the altar.
That figure had not been particularly tall to begin with. From even a slight distance away, it could no longer be seen clearly, and what many people had been looking at was not a person, but the great cauldron on the altar.
But at this moment, even ordinary people several thousand meters away, when they looked toward the altar, no longer saw the vessel first, but that towering figure.
Feet planted upon the earth, holding up the vault of heaven.
That back alone gave people boundless courage and encouragement.
Offended Heaven?!
As early as ten years ago, the idea that man could conquer Heaven had begun to emerge throughout Great New.
"Having offended Heaven, no prayer may avail..."
Yet just as courage rose in countless hearts, a faint chant drifted into their ears, like the evening drum and morning bell.
That voice seemed to cross the dark and yellow of heaven and earth, pass through the ancient Primordial Chaos, and arise from the source of endless ages past, writing the order of heaven and earth and the laws of the Great Dao.