The Cold Moon flickered, and the balance changed. The descending heavenly punishment axe slowed down, and there seemed to be a gap between the nine dao patterns and the dark end of the world. Moreover, even the various possibilities in the future had silently increased by a lot of variables.
With the pull of Qi, the purple clouds suddenly soared. On a closer look, they were all the convergence of streaks of thunder patterns. They were the pivot of yin and yang, life and death. They dyed the high sky of the nine Netherworlds into a brilliant ocean, spreading to the past and flowing to the future.
“Eat my blade!”
The Roar reverberated. Lightning destroyed thunder. Flowers bloomed and fell. The purple clouds drowned out the pure white and beautiful palm.
Boom!
The sky above the nine nether world was blazing. Other than that, there was no other color. Only the collision seemed to tear apart time. It was dark and gloomy, as if it was chaotic.
