Time flows like sand between fingers, slipping away quietly, drawing nearer to the epochal catastrophe.
The spiritual qi of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths is no longer as abundant as it once was.
The spiritual mist that once enveloped the immortal mountains has thinned like gauze, the once ceaselessly surging spirit veins gradually dry up, revealing the cracked earth veins beneath.
In many lower realm planes, the preliminary cycles of renewal have already commenced, mountains and rivers collapse, seas turn into mulberry fields.
Countless beings struggle on the verge of the power of destruction, a desolate sense of apocalypse pervading the world.
Chen Sheng's many incarnations are scattered across various lower realms at this moment, amidst scenes of annihilation, watching as beings perish, civilizations crumble.
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