2026-07-17 05:57:42 Author: Chen Dong The moment the gap in the strange metal cloth sealed shut, cutting him off from the outside world, Qin Ming let out a breath. That indescribable, heart-palpitating sense of dread vanished abruptly. In those final moments, the palm that blotted out the sky had clearly visible lines.
Its ridges were like mountain ranges stretching across, its hollows like vast, unending chasms. Such a scene had long surpassed mere grandeur; it was utterly world-shaking. It severed the vast, dark night, reaching everywhere without limit, carrying order itself.
It drew down a torrent of violent Dao rhythm, cascading down like a boundless river of stars crashing to earth. The towering mountain range erupted into fragments with a boom. The vast marshland evaporated in an instant.
The great earth crumbled and broke. All this was merely the consequence of the terrifying airflow before the hand even touched the ground. In the final scene, Qin Ming saw the palm print covering everything.
It seemed to carry the overflowing waters of a vast sea. Giant cities were all reduced to ash. Everywhere he looked, there was a sense of the vicissitudes of time, the endless turning of ages where all things returned to dust.