The sky above is still thick and rolling with mist. Above the mist, colorful hues can faintly be seen, swirling wildly in a bizarre and inexplicable manner...

"Father!"

"Mother!"

"Mom!"

Seven little dwarfs are happily bouncing around Chen Xiang. He raises his hand slightly to signal them to stop, then quickly walks to the cave entrance he had previously responded to. Chen Xiang crouches down and listens closely.

Inside the cave, faint sounds emerge—panicked voices, angry reproaches, and prayers laced with tears.

"Are you still sleeping?"

"Master, the world awaits your voice..."

"Lord..."

Professor Su Luo.

Chen Xiang gazes intently at the dark cave entrance. He needs an opportunity.

After a long time, Chen Xiang leans closer to the small cave, which is only half the size of his palm.

Great City.

Wei Qingqiu carries Chen Xiang on her back. Just after escaping the great hall, she hears a massive buzzing sound. Turning around, she sees the entire great hall finally unable to withstand the terrifying pressure, collapsing with a thunderous roar, smoke billowing into the air.

As the dust settles, Professor Su Luo has been completely subdued; the first vice director who acted has even thoughtfully protected the spiritual network equipment, faithfully recording and broadcasting everything.

"Old days were ultimately just lies."

The first vice director, standing at the level of the Celestial Envoy and beyond human bounds, remarks as he holds Su Luo up to the camera.

This farce finally comes to an end.

The nearly breathless Professor Su Luo turns his head with difficulty, looking at the ancient altar and the ever-shrinking space-time rift, gently sighing.

He had initially planned to exile the old altar into the void after the Master spoke, as the runes carved on it would teleport the altar to a designated location in ten days. Now it seems...

"Lord..." the frail old man sighs at last.

‘Buzz!'

Like thunder and lightning, as if a fierce wind suddenly arose.

The first vice director, with a beaming smile, instinctively looks aside, his pupils constricting suddenly.

The ancient altar trembles, and the space-time rift above it suddenly expands!!

In the blink of an eye, the rift, once weak and barely a meter, expands to ten meters, and then continues to grow!

Twenty meters, thirty meters, fifty meters...

Even reaching a hundred meters!

And it's not over.

The space-time rift... continues to grow larger.

Three hundred meters! Five hundred meters! One thousand meters!

Fleeing people gradually stop, staring blankly at the terrifying rift that reaches the clouds!

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The chaotic colors intertwine, forming vortex after vortex, the sky dimming, while surrounding clouds are drawn into the vortex, exhibiting bizarre distortions...

At the Giant Academy, everyone gazes at the rift, and in a daze, they see through the chaotic colors a gigantic, unimaginable figure gradually approaching from the other side of the rift.

The figure halts before the rift.

An eye comes closer.

The rift, already thousands of meters high, is exactly the size of that eye.

"Something's wrong..."

Wu Mengling murmurs dreamily.

The first vice director instinctively releases his grip, and Professor Su Luo falls to the ground. Ignoring his frail body, he bows down:

"The old days... are the Master!"

"The great, supreme Master!!"

Suddenly, a graceful figure crosses through the holographic projection enveloping the entire Giant Academy, standing in the sky, her expression extremely heavy, gazing at the rift and the enormous eye behind it.

She shivers slightly, cold air erupting from her spine, flooding her entire body.

The woman dares not hesitate; she transforms into a brilliant sun, a black aura of death coalescing behind her into a giant a thousand meters high,

the giant gripping the edges of the rift with both hands, fiercely trying to force it shut!

"It's the City Lord!" a noble from the inner three rings exclaims in surprise.

"Su Luo!" The City Lord, noticing the spiritual network equipment still broadcasting everything, makes a last-ditch effort: "You dare guide the evil god to descend within the eighth ring, how bold of you!!"

The sound reverberates like tidal waves; under the thunderous roar, the entire Giant Academy shakes violently, students and teachers struggling to stand, all falling to the ground.

Wei Qingqiu is no exception; she stumbles and falls but still carries Chen Xiang, solemnly glancing back at the giant made purely of deathly aura...

The City Lord of Great City.

A being "comparable to a deity."

Su Luo angrily lifts his head:

"Evil god? That is an ancient master, ruler of past ages, the true sovereign of the universe! Today's outer gods are the real evil gods!"

"Bullshit!" The City Lord curses, straining to close the gigantic rift: "This is merely an evil god of true god level, yet you proclaim it as an ancient master? Ha..."

Just as the rift is being gradually closed, suddenly,

the eye beyond the rift moves slightly away.

A deep, resonant voice echoes throughout Great City from within the rift.

"You say..."

"I am the evil god?"

The gentle voice rings out like a thousand bronze bells struck simultaneously, or like a hundred thousand people roaring together,

though it is a single monotonous sound, it overlaps and continues endlessly!!

You say I am the evil god?

You say I am the evil god??

You say I am the evil god???

The layered, countless shouts violently flood the City Lord's mind, causing him to emit a terrible scream, blood streaming from all seven orifices, as he falls from the sky!!

The sound wave continues to surge, shattering the holographic projection, sweeping toward the entire eighth ring!

A massive panic surges in everyone's hearts; Su Luo prostrates on the ground, tears in his eyes:

"Master... has spoken!"

The four vice directors turn pale, and Wei Qingqiu, watching from afar, is dumbfounded, the unconscious Chen Xiang on her back slipping to the ground unnoticed.

The space-time rift continues to expand.

Five thousand meters, six thousand meters, seven thousand meters...

Finally, it stabilizes at ten thousand meters.

At this height, it can no longer be concealed by any so-called holographic projection.

Chen Shaoyan, who was angrily on the phone gathering the members of the Fire Gate, freezes, head raised, staring blankly at the sky;

Chen Xin, busy and frazzled at the police station, glances aside, his gaze piercing through the window in stunned silence.

At the Nine Ring Holy Luo Plaza, Principal Wang of the Happy Orphanage slowly gapes;

On the top floor of the Tianjing Hotel, an elderly woman feels a chill run down her spine;

The entire city, the whole Great City, sees the terrifying dark rift tearing through the clouds and reaching the heavens!

Even the entire Extraordinary Realm watches through the spiritual network's broadcast, witnessing everything!

Whether facing it directly in Great City or watching through the video broadcast, everyone is drawn by an indescribable force,

their minds and sights seemingly swallowed by an endless abyss, the air feels frozen, and time appears to lose all meaning...

In their eyes, there is only this rift splitting the heavens.

Within the fully formed rift, chaos and order intertwine, stars and darkness entangle, light is distorted into unrecognizable shapes, and all physical laws seem to have failed!

It repels everything yet attracts everything, erupting with subtle but undeniable energy fluctuations that gently brush against the skin of everyone in Great City, bringing a strange chill...

In the rift, the great deity speaks again:

"I stand here, who denies it?"

Accompanied by His words,

‘Beep! Beep beep! Beep!'

It sounds like ancient horns echoing, a sense of tragedy, panic, and despair crawling into everyone's hearts.

"The Master truly exists."

Wei Qingqiu's gaze is dazed as she softly murmurs, glancing at the still-sleeping Chen Xiang beside her, frustration boiling over as she slaps him hard.

"Wake up! The Master has manifested!"