Illusion.
Between the virtual and the real, the transition was without definition.
Han Muye lifted his hand, and ashy-blue Flowing Light emerged in his palm.
"The Power of Calamity."
A grave look shone through his eyes.
No wonder.
This was clearly the power of the calamity.
The Primordial World had collapsed time and again precisely because of the power of the calamity.
Including the Galaxy Universe and other planes, none dared to be contaminated with the power of the calamity.
The power of the calamity gathered at the bottom of the Heavenly Abyss, transforming into various Ruins Realms.
This kind of power that intertwined virtuality and reality was indeed the power of the calamity.
"The power of the calamity, is the power to transcend dominion, as recorded in the ancient books, almost extinct even in the Great Pantheon Plane."
Han Muye whispered.
