The winds roared, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and in the sky, terrible blood-red tornadoes appeared, resembling horrifying whirlpools that seemed to suck in the entire world.
On the outskirts, crystal-clear bone shards glittered like stars, each etched with strange patterns, natural engravements of the Great Path. All the shards were reorganizing and aligning, emitting a radiance that made the sun, moon, and stars pale by comparison.
Amidst the holy light of the bone map, the tornadoes at the center grew increasingly terrifying, with vortexes resembling funnels connecting heaven and earth.
Inside, a surge of divine power fluctuated, clear figures manifesting at the center of each dreadful storm.
Everyone was astounded, feeling the confusion of time, experiencing it both as a river flowing irrevocably and as a Tyrannosaurus uprising, swiftly reversing.
This was a very paradoxical feeling; time fleeting by at one moment and reversing in pursuit of the past at another.
