The sky is crumbling.
The blue firmament gradually solidified into large chunks of crystals, followed by cracks weaving through like wandering dragons, emitting a piercing creaking sound, reminiscent of a lake freezing over in winter, with the ice surface beginning to collapse.
Cha Na stepped out of his white palace, gazing up at the sky, surrounded by Blood Granting Guards in white armor who gathered around him.
"Your Majesty..." The guards looked up to the sky, a bit worried.
"The time has come; this world, as I predicted, has reached its end." Cha Na murmured to himself.
He lacked the ability to open a portal, and in this realm, he couldn't contact Divine Power Tianyang, but through these 500 years of conquest, he gradually understood the essence of this world.
