"Wh... why is this happening?"
Gong Xuan was utterly dumbfounded, his mind a complete blank.
He stared blankly at the altar before him, now completely shattered and devoid of light, unable to comprehend what had just transpired.
The altar... why did it shatter?
It was constructed with ancient array patterns from the Divine Revelation Era! How could it just shatter without any warning?!
Who did this?
What in the world just happened?!
"N-no... impossible..."
The tattered, blood-red phantom's roar was no longer filled with rage, but with extreme terror and disbelief!
It had sensed it!
In that fleeting moment, a power it was incredibly familiar with—one that should never have appeared here—had descended from nowhere and destroyed all the altars!
It was... the Power of Origin of this world!
This was a concept entirely different from the Origin and Realm that existed beneath the Laws!
