The black hole spins endlessly, devouring everything around it—star fragments, air currents, even the void shards, all drawn into its depths.
Step by step, it consumes this world on the brink of destruction.
World annihilation can occur in just a single thought!
Within this world.
The cultivators who, by fortune, survived and were converted by Buddhist teachings still devoutly kneel on the ground, heads bowed, hands clasped together.
They remain unaware of the impending world crisis, only murmuring:
"The Ming King descends, universally liberating the dragon! The Ming King descends, universally saving beings!"
As for those cultivators who barely resisted the first wave of conversion, they were now utterly despaired.
Though they were the most supreme beings in this realm.
Yet compared to those few warriors whose mere battle remnants could easily obliterate a Small Thousand World, they were simply too insignificant, no more than dust, as fragile as ants.
