After the nine-colored pillar of light dissipated, the mysterious Origin Ancient Artifact fell utterly silent, as though that earth-shaking strike had been its final afterglow.
Within the dark region, the shadowy phantoms retreated faster. Black mist surged, drawing inward like an ebbing tide, no longer as rampant as before.
Mu Chen gazed at the gradually quieting darkness and did not rashly venture deeper.
Although that wisp of dark origin had been suppressed and sealed, he had already experienced the might of the Origin Ancient Artifact. Until he was completely certain, he would not provoke that thing again.
And so, a brief peace settled over heaven and earth.
Yet that peace did not last long.
Before long, streaks of blood-colored lightning shot across the sky, tearing open the heavens of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands like hideous wounds.
Blood-colored lightning intertwined amid all manner of terrifying visions. Withered bones fell from the void, ruined palaces flickered in and out of view among the clouds, and indistinct weeping echoed on the wind.
The aura of the Great Dao between heaven and earth grew increasingly unstable, sometimes so faint it was almost imperceptible, sometimes so violent it seemed poised to slaughter every living being.
Every fluctuation of the Great Dao sent a shudder through countless cultivators' hearts, as though an invisible executioner's blade hung above their heads, ready to fall at any moment.
Boom!
With a tremendous crash, heaven and earth collided.
Two ancient continents, separated for untold ages, had finally been drawn together by some mighty force of heaven and earth and crashed into one another.
The earth trembled, mountains shifted, rivers changed course, and dust billowed into the heavens, blotting out the sun.
This heralded the full descent of the Dharma-Ending Era. The Nine Heavens and Ten Lands were merging,