It was as if someone had plucked a string of the universe. The string hummed, and the reverberations spread in every direction.
Two enormous pillars of light shot out from within the cube, one into the void to the east and the other into the void to the west.
The beams exploded in the void like two tentacles extending from the cube, violently tearing open the barrier of space-time.
Boom!
A tremor at the level of laws rang out.
Two gates to parallel worlds opened at the same time—one leading to the Evil Spirit World, the other to the God-Devouring World.
The two gates faced each other across the void like two eyes that had just opened, staring at one another.
In the Evil Spirit World, the sky was eternally as dark as the dead of night.
There were no stars, no moon—only boundless darkness coiled thickly overhead.
That darkness was not the black of night. It was the black of yin energy, the black of deathly aura, formed from the foul breath exhaled by countless evil spirits—a black as viscous as ink.
It pressed down from above, making it hard to breathe, infecting every ray of light the instant it touched it.
The land was completely covered by a black fungal carpet several fathoms thick.
These fungal carpets were not dead. They slowly writhed like the stomach wall of some colossal creature, digesting the last remnants of life in this world.
Their surfaces were covered in pustules of all sizes. Whenever some of those pustules swelled to their limit, they burst and spewed out yellow-green spore mist.
The mist drifted through the air, and wherever it went, new fungal filaments began to grow. Those new filaments formed new fungal carpets, layer upon layer, without end.
Now and then, the