Jiang Zhu did not turn back, nor did he pay any heed to the horrified gazes behind him.
He took a step, and his figure vanished completely into the rift.
Jiang Zhu recalled the direction of the Dam. He had returned to the Chaotic Ancient Era in dreams many times and knew where it lay.
"Rumble!"
Blinding bolts of lightning exploded beside his ears, deafening him.
Jiang Zhu appeared in an ancient region. As far as he could see, it stretched boundlessly, empty to the extreme.
This place seemed to be the end of the world, with only endless chaos and obscurity, no twinkling stars or flowing immortal light.
All it conveyed was emptiness, primordial wilderness, and lightning striking from afar. The surroundings were extremely unstable, the void riddled with cracks filled with lightning, a terrifying sight.
Lightning poured from the heavens as densely as a rainstorm, crackling as it struck without end.
Streaks of lightning interwove into an impenetrable net.
Yet faced with this destructive scene that could make all living beings tremble, Jiang Zhu looked as calm as if he were strolling through his own courtyard.
He merely released a trace of his aura, and countless thunderbolts retreated. He walked unhurriedly through the Sea of Thunder, myriad bolts parting before him and the laws bowing in submission wherever he passed.
The farther he went, the more unstable space became, densely covered in cracks. The entire region resembled a piece of porcelain that had been shattered and barely pieced back together. The rainlike lightning grew denser.
Turbulent void, a world thick with lightning.
"Rumble!"
Ahead, an overwhelming aura rushed toward him, as though endless worlds lay buried here, terrifying beyond measure.
Enormous thunderbolts constantly flew from the void and exploded in the air, forming a terrifying rain of light