The cracks were exceedingly fine, spreading through the void like spiderwebs, but deep within every crack, some kind of liquid flowed.
The first to flow out was golden liquid.
The gold was as thick and scorching as molten gold, slowly seeping from the cracks and flowing along the surface of the void.
Then came red liquid, followed by yellow... blue... green...
An unknown amount of time passed.
Perhaps a day, perhaps a year, perhaps ten thousand years. When Zhou Heng's sword swings reached some unknowable critical point...
Nine-colored liquid-red, yellow, blue, green, black, white, and more-surged from countless mysterious cracks like a waterfall plunging three thousand feet.
The liquids gathered into rivers. Nine rivers of different colors intertwined, collided, and merged within the visualized world, producing deafening roars.
Then, inexplicably, sound arose in this previously silent visualized world.
At first, it was only the most ordinary sound of a waterfall flowing and crashing, with nothing but the rushing of water echoing through the empty space.
But as more and more of these sounds gathered, by sheer coincidence, they struck out sounds resembling the speech of living beings.
Those voices mingled with the countless crashing waterfalls and should not have been clearly audible, yet, strangely, every word could be heard.
"You have come..."
"The one hundred and first Supreme Hero to arrive from the future..."
"Should I call you 'the last Supreme Hero'..."
"Or should I address you by your true name: Boundless Endless Heaven..."
At that moment, a majestic, immense voice echoed between heaven and earth.
The voice was like nine rivers chanting in unison, bearing an absolute grandeur that belonged to no known living being and transcended every known system of power.
Hearing that majestic voice mistake him for this "Boundless Endless Heaven," Zhou Heng did not stop swinging