The universe fell silent.
Too silent.
As if existence itself anticipated death.
Far from Atera , in a distant cosmic region beyond a trillion light-years the battlefield expanded into an uncountable stretch of broken galaxies and spiraling void storms. This place, once called the Divine Nebula Cluster, housed countless cultivation universes, each home to immortal sects, celestial clans, ancient dao temples, and world-defying geniuses.
Now… they stared at the skies in horror.
Because two silhouettes towered above creation.
One of blinding holiness, wings stretching across universes.
One of endless shadow, its form devouring starlight.
Two Rank 3 beings.
The pressure they released made multiple universes bend. Dao laws trembled, spiritual qi evacuated entire star realms, and countless immortals coughed blood as space folded like paper.
Alarms rang throughout immortal realms.
Ancient bells tolled in Celestial Sects.
Blood-soaked clouds churned in Demonic Temples.
