A storm was wreaking havoc in the starry sky. This was no ordinary storm but a violent energy storm capable of shattering space and destroying the void.
Ling Xiaolong, shrouded in blue light, was floating seamlessly in the void. His figure could not be seen, but his presence could be felt. It was like a sage descending into a mortal world, everything was divine.
The terrifying momentum had already caused a horrible distortion in space. This distortion increased at a rapid pace and expanded to hundreds of millions of miles.
It was still expanding crazily, however, Ling Xiaolong stomped his leg and the distorted space crumbled like a fragile sandcastle.
The space crumbled but it did not affect the starry sky much. Everything soon started to calm down. The shining blue light also started to diminish, revealing Ling Xiaolong's true figure.
