As the boundless, majestic sound, like the heartbeat of ancient gods, echoed endlessly in the space.
Jiang Hui's gaze crossed the abyss of darkness, finally fixating on the horizon's end.
At this moment, the earth was boundless and black, the sky blood-red, resembling the apocalypse.
At the end where the horizon and the skyline intertwined,
there, rising and falling like a giant embryo controlled by an unseen hand, it struggled fiercely under the membrane, striving to be born today.
The birth of life should symbolize the sprouting of hope.
But this scene appeared extraordinarily bizarre, filled with indescribable terror and unease, for no one knew what exactly was being nurtured.
Jiang Hui's heartbeat involuntarily tightened and relaxed in sync with the pulsation.
An unprecedented feeling of horror, like cold ice, spread through his spine to every corner of his body, making him shiver involuntarily.
For so many years, such a situation was the first time ever.
