The expansion of civilization was interrupted by the apocalypse, and began to contract at breakneck speed.
The saints were inherently merciless. They did not particularly care about the fate of all living beings. In the past, multiverses had not been without destruction; before long, countless new beings would naturally be born—impossible to kill them all, impossible to wipe them out entirely.
But this time was different. Once they were gone, they would be gone forever...
Even more dangerous was that mysterious figures gradually began to emerge within the regions tainted by the apocalypse. Every one of these figures was incomparably powerful, and they were eyeing the Multiversal Civilization Alliance that represented the dimensional side.
These beings did not come from the same dimension struggling amid the apocalypse, but from one place after another.
And this dimension, being the central point where all dimensions collided, was undoubtedly of critical importance in the eyes of the powerhouses from other dimensions.
If powerful beings from other dimensions arrived here in advance, before the great collision, they naturally had not come to sightsee.
"As expected of the center point of the great collision, the key to an unprecedented upheaval. I can sense that the civilizations here contain an indescribably wondrous power."
In the deathly void, a stone man bearing a flame mark on his brow gazed at the worlds in the distance, shining beneath the protection of the saints, and spoke in such a tone.
"The Immortal Stone Man Path. A truly wondrous path."
"A fellow Daoist such as yourself must also have come bearing a mission."
A gray silhouette emerged from the darkness. Upon closer inspection, one would discover that this mysterious figure seemed to be formed from countless ashes on the verge of burning out, existing wholly in a superposed state between