In earlier years, some terrifying beings had taken advantage of the birth of the first white land to see that the sun of the Third-Layer World still had hope of coming back to life.
But powerful beings in more distant places had been unable to see the details of the sun because of distance, darkness, and other issues.
They had only seen some blurry images and formed a few guesses.
Now, within the region corresponding to the Polar Lands, these terrifying beings had seized the opportunity of Wang Quan summoning the sun to see what they wanted to see.
The sun of the Third-Layer World was still alive.
Though it was on its last breath, though only the faintest wisps of flame remained.
But for some beings in the Third-Layer World, that was enough.
That single breath was enough to fill their hearts with joy and kindle hope within them.
Darkness surged, drowning the gap torn open by the sun spear, drowning the last insignificant trace of golden fire on the sun.
Yet it could not drown the joy in their hearts.
"We still have a chance to try again."
At that moment, many beings adjusted their condition, sensed the scattered light of the Great Sun, and swallowed it, storing it within their bodies.
The third breath...
The Great Sun erupted with terrifying flames.
Like a mushroom cloud, the flames shot into the sky.
The flames swept up the ashes on the newly born white land, forming a rotating pillar of cloud that reached the heavens and merged with the original safe zone's cloud pillar.
At that moment:
The cloud pillar rotated, and enormous changes took place throughout the First and Second Layers of the Underworld, the Real World, and the Second- and Third-Layer Worlds:
The power of the