At this moment, within the Fourth Star Ring, the great rift that was once one of its four forbidden zones had completely collapsed.
Everything inside had ceased to exist.
It had become a void.
The very concept of its "existence" had been stripped away and shattered.
Even the turbulent flows of spacetime were included, becoming part of the void.
Like an unchangeable constant.
Eternally fixed there.
Meanwhile, outside—whether it was the Venerable Immortal of the Fourth Star Ring or the Venerable Gods of other star rings—the perceptions of these supreme beings were all uniformly locked onto another region.
With unprecedented gravity.
The area They focused on was the starry sky near the border between the Fourth and Third Star Rings.
That starry sky was rippling.
As if a being imperceptible to those below the Venerable God realm was currently merging with that starry sky, advancing in an inconceivable manner.
