```
In the midst of the Myriad Realms Epoch, thunderous roars were heard.
Atop the entire Epoch, the rich breath of chaos constantly surged and accumulated.
It formed a thick mass and created clouds that possessed an extremely strong sense of oppression.
"What has happened? Why has chaos undergone great changes?"
"Just now, two worlds near mine were buried in a torrent of chaotic breath!"
"Could it be that a great world has gone to war?"
"Or has a Supreme made a move?"
The anomaly in the chaotic Myriad Realms drew the attention of countless powerhouses.
They speculated, and some even felt panic.
For they could feel how insignificant they were under this strange change.
Even Saint Emperors felt this way.
"There are no great worlds at war now nor have any Supremes made a move; I suspect that the Epoch Catastrophe has arrived!" a powerful Saint Emperor appeared and said.
He looked upon the chaotic spiritual energy in the chaotic cosmos with an extremely solemn expression.
