When the residual will of the Main God projected like the last wisp of smoke completely dissipated between the heavens and earth of the Three Realms version, the entire world seemed to fall into an eerie silence.
The words spoken by the Main God were deeply imprinted in Lu Yan's heart, each word carrying an indescribable coldness, foretelling the chill of an impending storm.
At this moment, having merged with the entire Three Realms version and reaching the position of Celestial Dao, Lu Yan could sense more clearly than ever the threads of causality winding around himself, spanning across the past and future.
He could see in the endless river of time and space that both the history he had experienced and the myriad possibilities of the future that had yet to occur were justifying the truth of the Main God's utterance in an unquestionable manner.
Once this newborn Three Realms version concludes, what awaits him will be a terrifying catastrophe sweeping through endless versions.
