Hundred Billion Lifespan, New Panel

The battle in the Other Shore Realm was earth-shattering.

Every movement they made wrought unimaginable destruction.

Just like when Luo Chen and the Dark Ancient Emperor had fought beyond the heavens—wherever they battled had become a forbidden zone of life, and anyone below the Great Luo realm would die upon contact.

The aftershocks from their clash continued to ripple outward, ceaselessly wreaking destruction upon the Primeval Great World.

The World Sea grew even more violent. As chaotic qi surged, those weaker ancient worlds were effortlessly torn apart amid the storms.

Great cultivators from the Sacred Dynasty emerged and traveled through the various realms, protecting all living beings. Yet before such a towering tide, their efforts were no more than a cup of water against a cartload of firewood.

The end of the Dharma was also a process of selection. Countless lives would perish in the process, and those who made it to the end would inevitably become the powerhouses of the next era.

The Heavenly Dao would not directly destroy heaven and earth. Instead, through this selection, it would cast aside the overwhelming majority of living beings before opening a brand-new epoch at the proper time.

The battle beyond the heavens continued toward ever more distant depths of space.

Two streaks of light—one blazing gold, the other crimson red—twined and collided. With every collision, the meteorites across the vast surrounding region were instantly annihilated.

They were like walking natural disasters, tireless, every move lethal, leaving no room to spare.

Luo Chen withdrew his gaze and no longer paid attention to the two Other Shore Realm cultivators growing ever more distant.

He had already seen the outcome. Compared to the battle between two Other Shore Realm cultivators—

he was more interested in that Creation Illustration.

From what that Immortal God had