Weird power swept across the Heavens. To the people of the world, it was already the most terrifying calamity imaginable.
But life's calamities never stopped coming. There was no bitterest suffering, only suffering more bitter still.
Reality was always this cruel.
There was no need to search for Heaven, or worry about talk of going to Hell after death.
The world you lived in now was "Hell."
Already in Hell, how could you ever reach Heaven?
Countless people raised their heads and stared at the sky, their scalps tingling as though they had fallen into an icy abyss.
What had they seen?
A pair of enormous hands covered in dense beast fur had torn a world open.
The people inside that world fell into the deepest despair in an instant. Barring a miracle, none would survive.
Beyond that world, the powerful trembled. They felt an indescribable pressure from the Beast-Furred Giant Hands.
They had never felt an aura like it, one that seemed bent on ending everything.
Compared with it, the fleeting aura of the Weird Immortal Emperors that had appeared during the battle over a century ago was nothing. Even Immortal Emperors could hardly be called powerful.
Yet there was something familiar within this stronger aura: the presence of the Weird Race. They realized what it meant.
The Weird Race that had ravaged Heaven and Earth just over a century ago had appeared again.
Were those same horrors, that same misery, descending upon them again after only a little over a hundred years?
The beings of the Myriad Worlds who had clung to life had no idea that this crisis was countless times more severe than the last war.
Beside this, the last war had been child's play.
This time, the Ten Weird Emperors and Ten Ancestors would all