Old Man of the Black Hole
The Fifth Spiral Arm, within a vast expanse of starfields.
Two enormous orbs of light, like blazing suns, were colliding in a frenzied and violent clash.
Every impact unleashed a raging tide of energy capable of tearing through the sea of stars.
Two cultivators whose cultivation had reached the peak of nine digits were locked in a battle to the death.
One was wreathed in billions of streams of light. With every gesture, he stirred the cosmic astral winds, turning them into devastating storms that stretched across the galaxy.
Wherever he passed, thousands upon thousands of stars exploded in chains like firecrackers.
Countless living beings were utterly annihilated before they could even let out a wail.
The other commanded endless ghostly light, his form flickering in and out like a phantom as he darted through the boundless sea of stars.
With every thrust, vast swathes of nebulae vanished and evaporated as though devoured by some enormous maw.
The battlefield of these two stretched across countless light-years.
The brilliant galaxy had become their canvas.
And merciless destruction was its only brushstroke.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Ten thousand stars after ten thousand stars were ignited by the aftershocks of their battle, shattered into fragments and driven prematurely toward death. Swelling flames swept in every direction, devouring all that lay around them.
Clang!!
In a direct, unadorned collision, the tidal surge of energy unleashed by the two spread outward in a spherical wave like a world-drowning tsunami.
This devastating surge was incomparably swift. In an instant, it swept across a massive black hole at the edge of the battlefield, one that had lain dormant for countless hundreds of millions of years.
In that instant, the enormous accretion disk around the black hole—slowly rotating, composed of scorching gas