Above the towering ancient mountain.
The wind and clouds changed dramatically. The originally calm void began to twist and distort. The void within thousands of miles dimmed suddenly. A rolling thundering sound echoed, and the ripples of the void began to undulate.
Rumble!
The thunder of the void erupted from within the hollow world. Silver lightning took the shape of a dragon, and its thunderous roar pierced the spatial barrier. The entire sky seemed to be collapsing, presenting a scene of apocalyptic destruction.
Thousand miles away.
Xiao Chen had just defeated two warriors of the Sacred Beast Tribe. His spiritual consciousness surged forth like a stormy sea. The startling omen of lightning in the void signaled an impending disaster.