At that moment, Fuxi's entire worldview nearly shattered from the shock.
As far as he was concerned,
there was absolutely no way a celestial phenomenon so utterly beyond his control and understanding could appear within the Primordial World.
Within the bounds of Fuxi's understanding, this vast, majestic river of fate, containing countless currents of time, space, and great dao origin, could never have appeared in the Primordial World.
And the Great Fate Art that Fuxi had mastered since the earliest days of chaos was intimately connected to the river of fate.
There could not be the slightest stir in the origin of the Great Dao of Fate without Fuxi knowing about it.
But at this very moment,
this river of fate had appeared entirely against his wishes. Now hanging over hundreds of millions of miles around Border Mountain on the Primordial Northern Continent, it had slipped completely beyond Fuxi's control!
With things as they were,
how could Fuxi not turn pale with shock and cry out in disbelief?
Yet no matter how terrified he became, the Little Beast Emperor's World-Annihilating Thunderbolt showed no sign of stopping.
Instead, it continued relentlessly bombarding Fuxi's towering, thirty-thousand-foot mythical body of a primordial god.
As bolt after bolt of World-Annihilating Thunderbolt, each as thick as a bucket, struck the scales of Fuxi's serpentine body,
the layers of fate mist surrounding his mythical serpent body were rapidly being stripped away.
And the energy within those World-Annihilating Thunderbolts, which Fuxi could originally have absorbed into his body, began to backlash against his serpentine body and scales.
This situation, too, lay entirely outside the future course Fuxi had previously divined.
In truth,
the reason Fuxi had dared to venture rashly into the Primordial World over these past hundred thousand years or more,
and use the Demon-Summoning Banner