Unspeakable

"Focus!"

With a thunderous shout from Yang Taiji, the first Pavilion Master,

a dazzling violet-gold radiance suddenly burst from his fingertips.

The light was like a blazing sun rising for the first time, instantly scattering the surrounding darkness without a trace.

Just then,

Mo Chen felt as though a heavy bomb had been dropped into his sea of consciousness, stirring up towering waves in an instant.

Countless mysterious runes, brilliant as stars, surged like a tidal wave into his spiritual platform beneath the tight envelopment of that violet light.

"Look carefully!"

The first Pavilion Master's voice rang out again.

Yet this time, it suddenly became distant and ethereal, as though it did not exist in this real world at all.

Hearing this, Mo Chen focused his gaze, and an incomparably breathtaking scene immediately emerged before him.

Within that endless shattered starry sky, four colossal pillars that held up heaven and earth were being frenziedly torn apart by a chaos storm.

The pillars gleamed all over with strange light, yet their surfaces were already covered in dense cracks, as though they could collapse and crumble completely at any moment.

At the center of that chaotic scene,

the first Pavilion Master was drenched in blood from head to toe, like a demon god who had slaughtered his way out of hell.

He stood proudly in the void. He held no weapon; instead, he used himself as a brush, tracing one profoundly mysterious trajectory after another across the vast, boundless emptiness.

With every stroke the first Pavilion Master made,

the stars of the heavens flickered and shone in response.

It was as though the power of the entire universe was under his control at that moment.

Yet that was not the most shocking part.

The scene abruptly changed!

Mo Chen discovered in astonishment