Everyone stared blankly at the gigantic object resembling a star, overlooking the Cosmic Continent like a giant surveying a tabletop. Its majesty, eerie nature, mystery, depth, and evil, with countless wrist-like tentacles slowly writhing behind it.
This was a sight they had not seen for hundreds of thousands of years, an unutterable entity.
Everyone stood blankly on the table, looking at the God frozen above, like ants looking upwards.
"Jiaxia..."
The voice, vast and filled with a torrent of countless messages and consciousness, made everyone's hearts tremble.
"History repeats..." Fu Qingjun's gigantic shadow, once again gazed upon the entire cosmic table.
