Before long.
The starry world lay ahead.
The immense shadow that spanned the endless void, overshadowing the entire world, slowly moved its body.
The once brilliant starry world had long been gnawed clean, not even a speck of dust was left, only an endless, absolute void remained.
The terrifying shadow did not linger in this void, slowly spreading toward the distance.
With each inch it advanced, the shadow expanded a bit!
The raging tribulation energy in the sky not only failed to harm it in the slightest but poured into it ceaselessly along its edge, as if submissively attached, transforming into its nourishment for growth.
Along its path, those Small Thousand Worlds and mundane realms lucky enough to have survived the epochal tribulation would silently dissolve and completely merge into darkness the moment they were touched by the shadow.
...
On this day, above the Chaos Mother River.
