On Coiled Mountain, as Luo Chen spoke—
Everyone fell silent for a brief moment.
Sun Wukong stood beside his master, his eyes filled with an indescribable fear and a trace of excitement.
Yes, excitement.
With his master's strength, he could easily shelter them as they fled this place.
Yet now, with the great calamity about to descend, his master still sat steady as a fisherman on his perch. The meaning he revealed could not have been clearer.
His master simply did not fear this so-called great calamity.
The apocalyptic scene Luo Chen had shown him back then came to mind, and the Purple Pole Heavenly God's power was branded deeply into Sun Wukong's heart. Even an existence like that was not worth a thought in his master's eyes.
Just how profound was his master's cultivation!
"This great calamity has already begun. There is no road back. All living beings will vanish because of it, heaven and earth will shatter, and the universe itself will collapse completely..."
Luo Chen raised his head toward the sky above the dojo, where a scene beyond the heavens was reflected.
His voice drifted out slowly. As everyone listened, an epic and tragic vision of the apocalypse naturally took shape in their minds, making their hearts tremble.
After he finished describing it, Jiang Yingxue asked blankly, "Why is this happening? Is the Heavenly Dao truly unwilling to leave even a sliver of hope for our Primeval Great World?"
Over the past several thousand years, every great calamity this world had endured had been enough to destroy heaven and earth. Now, it was going to directly annihilate the universe.
It was as though, somewhere in the unseen, an invisible hand was determined to wipe out everything. How unjust was that?
Countless senior sages had pressed forward one