The entire Upper Realm, the colossal alien construct that housed the Council of Gods, began to tremble. A low, continuous growl, a sound of unimaginable stress, resonated through the cosmos, as if the very foundations of their false heaven were being torn asunder by the boundless, unfathomable fury of one broken heart.
Li Chen, the Eternal Void, was no longer a being. He was a gaping wound in reality, a spiraling vortex of obsidian blackness where light, energy, and matter simply ceased to exist. His one remaining internal fire, the burning violet in his eyes, was a beacon of pure, concentrated vengeance. The grief of Yueling's annihilation had ripped open not just his soul, but the very fabric of existence around him, unleashing a power the universe was never meant to hold.
The Grand Au
