Countless True Spirits threw themselves into it like moths to a flame, instantly melting away, turning to void.
Its aura held both the compassion of nurturing all things and the cold silence of ending everything.
The holy and the bizarre, creation and destruction, reached a strange unity within it.
The Lifeless Old Mother!
When Guang Chengzi and others "saw" the other side, a revered name naturally emerged in their minds.
Besides these two, in the various tributaries of the Space-Time River, Da Luo Supreme-level divine beings were proclaiming their existence.
Each one stranger and more twisted than the last.
"Goodness!" Guang Chengzi gasped.
"First there was that tentacled creature counting money, and now there's an empty mother holding a baby... What kind of phantoms and specters are joining us in the Heaven Creation Era?!"
The three of them were secretly surprised.
