This was undoubtedly a terrifying sight. The two visitors from other dimensions in particular had their Dao hearts shaken, no longer able to perfectly command their own power.
Under normal circumstances, such a thing could never have happened to either of them.
After all, over the course of their long lives, to reach their present heights, they had endured countless trials and calamities. Tempered through trillions upon trillions of ordeals, they had cultivated truth and proven reality, honing every aspect of themselves to a perfection beyond perfection.
Yet now, with the arrival of this mysterious figure who called himself a Dao Lord's Envoy, a portion of their minds had directly fallen out of control.
Granted, that loss of control was minuscule, unable even to account for one trillionth of one trillionth of their minds.
But this was not a matter of quantity. It was the difference between having and not having.
And the culprit behind all this was not the overwhelming power the Dao Lord's Envoy had displayed in that instant, but the fact that the emptiness beyond the dimensions had changed for the first time.
This was something that had never occurred over a span of time even longer than trillions upon trillions of eons.
Even according to the deductions of the Stonefolk Civilization's prophets, even if the Gray Calamity entered the unprecedented ninth stage and the ultimate great destruction arrived, the gray vortex should not have changed.
But now, everything had been overturned.
Lightning actually surged from the gray vortex, while a tyrannical stream of blue-gray air manifested from within it and transformed into a powerful lifeform.
Of course, this powerful lifeform was not particularly staggering in scale—merely at the Eternal level. Yet the aura it gave off, that blue-gray light which transcended all things, brought them a