The fluctuations of the formation grew ever stronger. The entire space began to feel unstable, and vast amounts of ancient desolate aura spilled out from within. This space, which had existed for who knew how many years, finally showed signs of being unable to hold on.
Qian San and the others stared blankly at the upheaval. Ever since arriving here, they had never encountered such a disturbance.
It was as though heaven and earth were about to be destroyed once more.
At the same time, Yu Zhong, who had been waiting outside the tower, abruptly raised his head and stared at its peak in disbelief.
Though the towering structure before him appeared unchanged in the slightest, that immense energy—something even he had never witnessed—kept battering at his understanding.
That utterly unfamiliar, vast and righteous energy made Yu Zhong feel, in an instant, as though he had arrived in another world.
This world stretched beyond the eye's reach, filled everywhere with deathly silence and annihilation. Yet within this space existed countless spheres.
Looking at those enormous spheres, Yu Zhong sensed that every single one was a world. And worlds like these could not be counted here at all; they seemed endless.
There were far more of them than all the worlds drawn in by the world he inhabited combined. They were simply not on the same scale.
These spheres continually formed and continually perished, as though this Reincarnation would go on forever.
Only after quite a while did Yu Zhong come back to himself. He touched his forehead. His entire body had turned pale, like that of a dead man.
"Is this... the Great World?"
That aura had directly carried him into that Great World. It was a vastness beyond anything he could imagine, so immense that it seemed to have