Vast, lofty...
Infinite mystery, infinite possibilities...
That doorway seemed to encompass endless temporal and spatial concepts.
Merely a trace of its breath leaking out had already crushed the civilizational epic of Emperor Tongtian.
Even the phantom of Niu Shenjun on the Heavenly Stele had been sent to who knows which dimension.
Above the 'opening' and 'closing' of the world, the Thousand Doors seemed to possess a unique advantage.
Zhong Shenxiu's heart lit up with an epiphany as he raised his right palm, launching the final strike.
Bang!
The surging palm force of void poison landed heavily upon Emperor Tongtian.
His body rapidly disintegrated; a white shadow tried to escape but was wrapped up by threads of void poison and turned to ashes.
From within the ashes, a few intertwining faces cried out in agony before vanishing into nothingness.
Zhong Shenxiu lifted his head, only to see a blood-red sunset slowly descending into the horizon line.
