The shattered remnants of the Ten Thousand Realms lie on both sides, their former walls discernible in the distance, cities destroyed, continents torn apart, oceans dried up, while countless races and powerful beings engaged in ceaseless battle.
One world after another, realm upon realm.
The Abyss World is supplied with cultivation techniques, its powerhouses as plentiful as clouds, having already occupied numerous worlds, while the entities of the Bright Ancient Tree system struggle to hold on, unable to withstand the enemy's advance.
It was at this moment, as these realms descended into Hell, that the powerhouses of the Light Church wept, and civilization fell.
"I am the God of Light!"
"Demons wreak havoc, demon seeds invade the Multi-Dimensional universe and the Ten Thousand Realms."
A holy radiant man descended into a small world, attaching himself to a loyal zealot, "From today, let the divine presence descend!"
"To save these beloved beings."
