Held aloft by the middle-aged man's immense power, the small world filled with wailing gradually approached the Central Saint Palace.
With an irresistible majesty and momentum, it swept straight over Central Saint City, whose buildings towered into the clouds.
At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and everything became unnaturally quiet.
In an instant, darkness surged in like a tide, engulfing all of Central Saint City.
People discovered in terror that they stood in a pitch-black abyss where they could not see their own hands, everything around them vanishing without a trace.
Fear, despair, and helplessness shrouded everyone's hearts. After all, if the man's grip slipped and that small world suddenly came crashing down on Central Saint City, they could go straight to collecting their boxed lunches in the afterlife.
Yet once the small world slowly passed overhead, light returned to the earth, and Central Saint City bathed in warm sunlight once more.
It felt as though they had just endured a nightmare, yet everything that had happened before their eyes was utterly real.
Then an astonishing sight unfolded: the small world descended steadily beneath the mountains behind the Central Saint Palace, embedding itself deep within the earth's core with unerring precision.
As the small world fused perfectly with the earth's core, a boundless torrent of energy erupted, sweeping across the entire Central Region.
The earth began to tremble violently, mountains split apart, rivers flowed backward, and heaven and earth changed color. Yet everything soon repaired itself, repeating this cycle over and over.
At the same time, countless shattered traces of the Heavenly Dao raged like a violent storm, mingled with innumerable fragments of the Great Dao. These opportunities, which could only be encountered by chance and never sought at will, appeared before the world's people.
Under the impact