Mystic Realm, Eighth Layer, Sea Sand Space.
The sun that had once bathed the sky in golden light had long since vanished. Red lightning streaked across the blood-red sky.
Thunder rumbled in wave after wave, booming through the clouds. Paired with the lightning overhead, its deafening roar seemed ready to tear the entire world apart. From time to time, red lightning slammed down from the sky, triggering terrifying explosions and leaving black scars across the yellow sands.
The land, the sky, the ocean—everything was sinking into an end of death. The space was filled with countless overlapping afterimages, and everything had grown twisted and indistinct.
A buzzing sound emerged spontaneously from the space. Where it grew especially intense, the space had already warped into spirals, radiating an air of extreme danger.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sound of something slicing through the air rang out. Above the massive Fortress, the commanders overseeing the Five Great Civilizations' exploration of the Mystic Realm appeared one after another, gazing at the space on the verge of collapse.
The civilizations had, in truth, long anticipated the collapse of Sea Sand Space.
How could the various civilizations have failed to notice the changes in Sea Sand Space? Yet they wanted to make contact with the Mystic Realm lifeforms in Core Space and thereby gain control over the entire Mystic Realm.
Thus, besides the pressure exerted by Player Civilization, the civilizations' highest-ranking powers had, in fact, tacitly approved of letting the sacrifice proceed.
The civilizations had naturally considered the dangers that might arise.
But the Five Great Civilizations still believed that, with the foundations of their civilizations behind them, they could put up an effective resistance even if they encountered a crisis.
"The spatial stability of Sea Sand Space has fallen to its lowest threshold.