The years have passed; another two hundred Primordial Assemblies have come and gone.
Chen Sheng stands at the pinnacle of the Pan Wu Realm, his Dao Principles retracted, yet exuding a weight that could crush the heavens.
He has already passed the Dharma Flower Decay and formally ascended to the realm of Daoist Monarch Er Shuai.
...
Pan Wu Realm.
Amidst the chaos, the Mother River traverses the heavens and earth, with its waters flowing tumultuously, Dao Patterns hanging like the Milky Way, filling the sky.
Chen Sheng slowly opens his eyes, where epochs of birth and death flicker and flow.
"Once again, the end of an epoch has arrived."
His voice falls lightly.
Boom——
A vast dark hand reaches out from the depths of the void.
Without joy or sorrow, without threat or brilliance, it caused the entire time-space to slightly bend.
With a gentle press.
The entire Mother River collapsed with a roar.
Billions of Dao Patterns shattered, ten thousand spiritual breaths annihilated.
