The old man radiated despondency and helplessness.
A landscape of ruin and decay spread out from him, quietly permeating the entire Ruins of Fallen Gods as a field of mental imagery.
Amidst the shattered stars and the silent desolation, the atmosphere he released filled the space, suddenly giving rise to spectacles of bygone wonders.
"Boom! Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"
Numerous light and shadows emerged subsequently.
Pang Jian saw many Alien God Spirits, piloting glowing Divine Platforms, fleets of war chariots forged from gold iron, wielding long blades, Divine Swords, spears, and axes, engaged in fierce combat in this once exceedingly prosperous Star River.
The tide of the godly battles spread outwards, reducing kingdoms and cities to ruins in an instant.
The High Gods' effortless movements unleashed massive shockwaves, like mushroom clouds rising from the surfaces of stars, causing the earth to crack into countless fissures and mountains and rivers to collapse.
