The endlessly majestic, infinitely mysterious starry sky was experiencing an extremely disturbing collapse. As every second passed, it was like a painting full of the most extreme levels of destruction filling the field of view and attacking all things in existence.0

If one could view the collapse in slow motion, it would be possible to see that, starting in the distant, never-ending horizon, there was something like a golden thread floating there. It was almost like someone had casually painted a mouth in the darkness of the painting. It wasn’t particularly eye-catching, but it did contain an unspeakably dangerous aura.0

It was the old God Paragon’s conception. And that was attracting the gaze of Eminent Desolation.0

In the blink of an eye, the golden thread became many golden...0