At the pinnacle of the boundless universe, an eternal blaze replaces the icy darkness.
This place is the Divine Fire Star Cliff.
It is not a cliff in the ordinary sense but a vast broken continent, as if an ancient giant god had forged its immortal relics using the Stars as a hamr and the Star River as an anvil, suspended at the end of the eternal Star River.
The Star Cliff presents a dark red, nearly black hue, a trace ford after being scorched and tempered by the eternal and Undying Star Divine Fla for billions of years.
On the cliff’s body, ravines crisscross, and from the depths of each rift flows flas that can lt gold and erode iron, spewing not thick smoke, but fire essence qi so pure that it can incinerate the primordial source of Stars in a mundane Great Realm.
These flas are not Mundane Fire; their color is not simply red but shifts between fiery white, golden yellow, and even ghostly blue, at tis coalescing into forms of ancient fiery beasts, roaring skyward, shaking the Universal Laws, releasing terrifying light and heat, illuminating billions of miles of surrounding void, distorting light, steaming star brilliance, making even ti seem thick and scorching here.
Here is a sea of riotous energy, a place of destruction incarnate, yet it is also a legendary realm of Nirvana and rebirth.
In this extrely harsh environnt, so rare external fire attribute living creatures and divine materials are instead nurtured.
Scorching fire winds howl ceaselessly, sweeping across the cliff body, raising countless flying embers and energy dust, transforming into an unending storm of flas.
The position of the Divine Fire Star Cliff is extraordinary, standing at the boundary of the cosmos, not far from the ancestral land of the Universe’s strongest clan, the Giant God Clan, whose vast and majestic aura faintly echoes with the fiery primordial force of this place.
It is also not far from the mysterious and unfathomable, forbidden land where the old era was buried, the Heaven Burial Palace.
This unique geography has ant that throughout history, the Divine Fire Star Cliff carries nurous legends and symbolic anings and is often the eting place of Supre Beings or the site of major events that determine the universe’s course.
At this mont, this burning land’s end draws the gaze of nearly all top-tier existences across the Great Universe.
Apart from the ten ancient ancestors who must guard Heaven and Earth, unable to move an inch, other beings who have reached the Ancestral Realm, standing atop the myriad ways, regardless of where they are or what they are doing, have spontaneously cast a part of their Divine Sense to the peak of this fla-wild Star Cliff.
Their wills stretch across endless light years, like an invisible net, covering this void space, quietly observing, waiting.
And at that peak of the Star Sea, at the center guarded by billions of strands of Divine Fire, a figure sits cross-legged.
His existence itself is like another, more ancient, more massive star, his brilliance even temporarily overshadowing the Undying Divine Fla of the Divine Fire Star Cliff.
That is the Ancient Ancestor of the Giant God Clan, recognized as the first strongest in today’s Great Universe, Blood Tea.
His form is too colossal, not a Dharma Phase, but a true ancestral body, majestic as an ancient star, sitting there like a great star burning with War Blood.
For ordinary Stars in front of him, they are as small as grains of sand, his appearance rugged to the extre, with facial lines as if chiseled by ax and knife, carrying an ancient, unchanging majesty and indifference.
With the opening and closing of his gigantic eyes, it seems as if sun, moon, and Stars are born and perish within them, and wherever his gaze falls, even the violent star fire is tad and flows gently.
The blood around him faintly boils, and the boiling War Blood emits an overwhelming pressure that distorts and folds the surrounding space layer by layer, creating an absolute domain unique to him.
rely his naturally emanating aura is enough to make ordinary Ancestral Realm beings feel suffocating pressure.
Amid this all-consuming fla, not far from the colossal ancestral body of Blood Tea, there exists a striking sign of life.
It is a sapling of a Parasol Tree.
It is not a Mundane Wood, its body a crystalline and transparent Fire Jade texture, with branches thin yet upright, stubbornly rooting in a crack of cliff rock heated red and nearly lted, its leaves unfurl, not verdant green but sculpted from the purest Ruby, with golden halos flowing along the edges, greedily absorbing the terrifying fire essence qi around it as nourishnt for its growth.
The presence of this sapling forms an extrely stark contrast with the destructive surroundings, as if silently narrating the resilience and miracle of Life Force, and taphorically hinting at a cosmic truth of burning the old to nurture the new.
Its ability to grow in such a place is extraordinary in itself, perhaps a relic seed from an ancient Epoch, innately divine.
In the Great Universe, all creatures qualified to sense the scene here, whether ancient ancestors or various Great Powers, at this mont shift their focus from Blood Tea to another person who has yet to appear, Zheng Chu.
Blood Tea’s decree has already spread throughout the universe, summoning Zheng Chu to the Divine Fire Star Cliff for a eting.
Now, Blood Tea is present, like an ancient monolith, stationed at the peak of the Star Cliff.
Everyone quietly awaits, awaiting Zheng Chu’s response, awaiting his choice.
Without a doubt, Zheng Chu’s choice will influence the future course of the universe’s grand sche.
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In the eye of the storm, Chu Zheng’s reaction upon receiving the decree from the Giant God Clan was unexpected to all observers.
He did not care, nor did he even address it.
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