At almost the exact same moment,
HUMMMM—
The Primordial Cauldron underwent another strange transformation.
The cauldron's body suddenly trembled violently. The various ancient patterns etched upon it seemed to roar to the heavens, as if reborn.
CLANG... CLANG... CLANG!
Along with the sound of chiming bells and clanging cauldrons, the scene before him changed abruptly—
It was a boundless, desolate land.
All trees had withered, the fertile soil had crumbled away. As far as the eye could see, a tide of withered yellow swept across the heavens and earth, like dust, like ash, constantly spreading and settling until it filled his entire vision.
Lin Changheng strained his eyes to their limit, only then making out an enormous, withered tree of some unknown species, rooted in the midst of this deathly silence.
