Although Wang Xuan had already departed, he still felt the tumultuous, tide-like disturbances. In the darkness, billions of crimson strands of light roared and surged in all directions. This was far more intense than any tsunami, like a bursting galaxy, with the red luminescence chasing after Wang Xuan, who was already on his way back, turning his complexion grave. 0

He realized why the vermillion clouds periodically appeared—it was the "meteorite crater" erupting regularly, spewing endlessly into the realm of nothingness.0

Chilled to the bone, Wang Xuan knew that had he not left his position near the crater, his fate would have likely been dire. “Pioneers on a new path, indeed, often meet early ends,” he reflected.0

The God-Slaying Banner glowed, its patterns interweaving, reviving autonomously to resist the apocalyptic red mist. The golden flag fluttered vigorously in the void, resonating against the turbulent space.0

After a tough struggle, he narrowly escaped. Half a year later, Wang Xuan returned to the Pool of Life, finally able to rest. Despite the slow depletion of super-material in the void,...0