In the long river of ages stretching back to antiquity, Qian Gu Fenfeng was like a brilliant star, existing within that illusory abyss in the cracks between space and time.
Endless time was like a merciless carving knife, yet also like surging tides, ruthlessly washing over everything in the world.
The primal aura between heaven and earth suddenly shuddered, as though a mysterious summons had come from the depths of the universe. Under the impact of this mighty force, the shackles of slumber shattered with a thunderous crash, turning to dust and vanishing without a trace.
"Rumble-!"
A tremendous boom, seemingly originating from the source of the universe itself, had no physical source, yet rang through all the heavens and myriad worlds like the blow of a heavy hammer.
The sound pierced layer upon layer of clouds, which scattered like cotton slashed apart by a sharp blade; it tore through spatial barriers, and hideous cracks appeared in space as though it were fragile glass.
A breeze brushed past, sending ripples through the void. Space, like shattered colored glass, kept breaking apart and rebuilding itself, as though performing an unending dance of destruction and rebirth.
Every living being on the Douluo Continent, whether resting at home, burying themselves in work at their stations, or powerful cultivators pursuing the highest heights, felt a tremor in the depths of their souls at that moment.
It was fear born from the very source of their bloodlines.
Kailuolun's hand dropped limply, and the Eye of the Fool fell to the ground. He raised his head blankly and glanced at the sky.
"The gap... was it really this vast...?"
He truly had overestimated himself, like a mantis raising its arms against a chariot...
"Hahaha... hahahahahaha!" Suddenly, he burst into hysterical laughter.
"You, him... and them...!"