Dong—
A bell chime of unknown origin resonated throughout the Dream Realm, Spirit World, Netherworld, and Star Realm, even faintly heard by mortals in the real world.
This seemed to be the world's manifestation of a significant historical moment.
Whether it was mourning the fall of a True God, or a celebration.
The Dream Realm was like a loft engulfed in a great fire, the vision akin to a shattered dressing mirror, fragmenting into pieces, everything on the brink of destruction.
Chen Lun stood in mid-air.
He silently gazed at the twisted phantoms within the monstrous blaze from afar.
The massive phantom had long subsided, and Chen Lun was merely waiting for something.
Soon, a barely perceptible "black thread" quietly rose, flying out of the flames, heading beyond the Dream Realm.
In the next instant, it was pinched by a hand burning with Pale Fire.
It was Chen Lun who blinked over and caught it.
He raised his hand to scrutinize it, eyes narrowing.
