In the lower universe, within the Southeast Region, a Sacred World floated alone in the cosmos.
A weathered man with graying hair stood proudly atop the Sacred World, his hands clasped behind his back. He raised his head slightly, his eyes half-lidded as he gazed into the illusory depths of the universe.
He was the World Lord of this Sacred World—Yun Chenghua!
Ever since Jiang Feng had helped him successfully enter the Chaos Realm, years of cultivation had already brought him to the peak of the Chaos Realm.
However, unable to comprehend the Creation Law, he was destined to have no connection to the Creation Realm.
Ruling over a Sacred World should have allowed him to live freely and happily, but given the current situation, he simply could not find such ease or joy.
By now, nearly everyone in the universe knew that the universe had entered an epochal transition. It had begun collapsing from its outer edges, and the Immortal Land had already devoured two-thirds of the universe's outer regions.
In order to survive, virtually all cultivators above the Rootless Realm had used teleportation arrays to migrate toward the Central Continent at the heart of the universe.
Of course, everyone knew that this would merely delay the moment of extinction.
Destruction would sooner or later descend completely upon this universe.
Yun Chenghua's Sacred World was now about to face being devoured by the Immortal Land.
Yun Chenghua had not fled. With his cultivation, escaping this place would not have been difficult.
But he understood perfectly well that fleeing would be futile. Destruction was only a matter of time.
Rather than flee for a brief spell of lingering existence, he might as well remain and perish alongside the Sacred World.
With the great calamity imminent, the Primal Gate had long