However, the fate of this world was even more tragic.
The calamity seemed to devour the potential of this world, leaving nothing but ruins. Eventually, it slowly chewed up and swallowed the land, mountains, rivers, seas, and skies of the Qianmo Realm.
In the Qianmo Realm, only this man in the black robe remained alive, fleeing into the Star Separation Realm.
Apart from the Three Thousand Pigsties, he could not venture to other worlds, for to go was to perish.
Now, these three Yin Gods from other realms offered their treasures without any idle talk, providing whatever meager help they could to Qi Yuan, who was about to face the great calamity.
At this time, persuasion, admonishments, warnings, and tales of the calamity's ferocity were all meaningless.
"Good." The blood-colored figure spoke, his voice deep and sparing as if brewing something.
"May you ascend to the clouds and slay the calamity!" Wang Lingtong and Wang Lingshan said.
