Yan Leizi, suspended in the air, wove intricate hand seals. From the crown of his head, a surge of black light erupted, expanding with terrifying speed into a multitude of shattered continental fragments.

Dozens upon dozens of remnants of a celestial realm coalesced in the heavens, a tapestry of broken land obscuring the sun and moon. An unimaginable pressure descended, forcing the assembled cultivators within the Thunder Immortal Hall to raise their heads, channeling their power in desperate resistance.

The sky appeared rent asunder, divided into countless fractured pieces. Beams of light pierced through the gaps between the continental shards, illuminating the world below. This spectacle was witnessed by every cultivator in the Luo Tian Starfield, stirring within them a potent mix of awe and a surge of valiant blood.

Years of suppressed hatred burned in Yan Leizi’s eyes. He inhaled deeply, extending his arms in a sweeping gesture. A deafening roar reverberated through the heavens, twisting the very fabric of reality.

The countless fragments of land, spread across the sky, began to slowly rotate in response to Yan Leizi’s command. At first, the movement was languid, but it gradually accelerated. A rising tempestuous howl filled the heavens, echoing far beyond the confines of the Thunder Immortal Hall, reaching all corners of the land.

As the shattered continents spun around a central point, a vortex formed in the sky, its power immense. The swirling energies gathered into a raging storm, unleashing a cataclysmic display of might!

The clouds above were ripped apart as if by giant, unseen hands, revealing the starlit expanse of the cosmos. Within this canvas, the vortex, fueled by the spinning continents, shone with an unearthly brilliance, expanding until it engulfed the entirety of the sky above the Thunder Immortal Hall!

Within this vortex resided a power beyond comprehension, capable of instantly obliterating a Peering Nirvana cultivator. Even those who had achieved the Purity Nirvana realm could not withstand its fury for long!

As time flowed, the power intensified, coalescing deeper and deeper within the vortex. A thunderous, earth-shattering pulse resonated, mimicking the beat of a colossal heart.

Each throb sent tremors through the minds of the Thunder Immortal Hall’s cultivators, as if a colossal hammer had struck their chests.

And they were not alone. Throughout the Luo Tian Starfield, every cultivator faintly perceived this resonating pulse!

Each echoing beat sent ripples across the firmament, spreading out in a furious wave. As the vortex grew larger, the rhythmic pulses became increasingly intense.

Comparable to the raw power of thunder, this sound was the manifestation of overwhelming force crashing against the barriers of space!

“Fellow cultivators, lend me your strength!” Yan Leizi’s white hair flowed wildly as he issued his booming cry.

The dozen or so ancient figures upon their meditation cushions, including the Blood God Child, arose with shining eyes. They soared into the air, assuming seated postures, and channeled their supernatural powers into the vortex above, amplifying its power manifold!

The rhythmic pulses grew fiercer, the spinning reached a fever pitch, and the concentrated energy within the vortex became like a sharpened lance, relentlessly piercing the void, striving to break through!

“Power of the Thunder Realm!” Yan Leizi roared, weaving more hand seals. Immediately, upon the rapidly spinning continental shards, spectral Thunder Beasts materialized. Emitting thunderous roars, they transformed into bolts of lightning, converging upon the heart of the vortex.

*BOOM!*

The sky quaked, and the spiraling vortex expanded further, swallowing the starlit void. A chilling aura emanated from its depths, spreading a numbing cold.

The ancient cultivators around them continued to weave hand seals. Lie Yunzi’s eyes flashed, and he shot forward, his right index finger gleaming. He plunged it into the vortex with a resounding impact, followed by a sound akin to shattering glass.

Lie Yunzi staggered back, his face pale. Next, Shen Gong Old Ancestor stepped forward, tapped his forehead, and released a small banner. With a sweeping motion, it transformed into a dark ray and plunged into the heart of the vortex.

The sound of shattered mirrors rang out again. The Blood God Child, shrouded in crimson light, charged forward, unleashing a fist of blinding red energy towards the vortex’s depths.

The Old Ancestor of the Xiang Clan and the Gongsun Man followed. One after another, the ancient cultivators unleashed their powers. The vortex in the sky swelled to an impossible size, and the echoing pulses grew incessant!

Finally, Yan Leizi bit his tongue, spewing forth vital blood essence that transformed into a crimson mist, permeating the heavens.

“Soil of the Immortal Realm, Open the Heavens and Create the Earth!” Yan Leizi bellowed, his eyes bloodshot.

This sliver of extreme essence originated from the Clear Water Immortal Monarch himself!

This crimson lightning, infused with the extreme essence, pierced into the vortex’s heart with irresistible force!

*BOOM!*

The entire Thunder Immortal Hall shuddered. The heavens and earth twisted, and the winds roared. Every cultivator in the Luo Tian Starfield saw a sight through their communication stones that would forever be etched in their minds!

The vortex in the starlit sky convulsed. Within its core, a hairline fracture appeared, forced open against all odds. The fissure expanded rapidly, becoming a gash ten zhang in length—a horrifying scar upon the fabric of reality!

Black cyclones danced along the edges of the tear, spewing forth frigid air. The fissure began to contract rapidly under the pull of these swirling winds.

Yan Leizi, having finally pried open a crack in the spatial barrier connecting their realm to the Alliance Starfield, could not allow it to close. He had waited far too long for this day. His eyes blazing with crimson veins, a savage expression on his face, he pointed forward and roared, “SUPPORT THE SKY!”
The maelstrom churned, and in its heart, a shard of continent dwindled, shrinking in an instant to shoot with impossible speed towards the jagged rift. Reaching the precipice, it bloomed once more, expanding with thunderous roars until it slammed against the tear like a desperate patch, bracing with all its might.

Alas, the breach in the fabric of reality possessed a power beyond mortal comprehension. With a grinding shriek, the fragment was crushed, utterly obliterated.

Yet, its sacrifice bought a crucial moment. In the wake of its destruction, a torrent of other continental shards plunged into the void, their combined mass solidifying, struggling, until the rent began to resist the urge to close.

More and more fragments piled in, and with a sound like the rending of the heavens, the fissure burst open, torn asunder to a width of a hundred fathoms!

At this sight, hope surged through the ranks of the Thunder Immortal Palace. Not just them, but across the entire expanse of the Luo Tian Starfield, mortals and Immortals alike rose to their feet, a grim resolve settling over the land.

Outside the Palace, to the north, south, east, and west, the countless legions of cultivators, a sea of faces stretching to the horizon, stood as one. Every eye was locked upon the hundred-fathom gash in the star-strewn void.

A palpable energy, alien to Luo Tian yet strangely familiar to Wang Lin, poured forth from the chasm. It was the essence of the Alliance Star System!

Within the opening, glimpses of distant, radiant starfields flickered. Starfields Wang Lin knew.

But then, a roar, primordial and deafening, erupted from the rift, a wave of force that felt ripped from the dawn of time.

A colossal hand, its size defying belief, emerged from the void and snatched a nearby shard of continent. With a single, crushing grip, it reduced the landmass to dust.

“Not a God of Ancient Times!” Wang Lin murmured, his gaze sharp. The aura of those beings was absent from the monstrous hand.

Undeterred, the hand reached out towards the edges of the rift, grasping and pulling, attempting to force the gash to close once more. But at that very instant, without a sound, a spectral figure coalesced beside the vortex, outside the tear.

The apparition materialized in a way that defied explanation, forcing itself into the sight of every watching soul. Wang Lin, upon seeing the phantom, felt his very being tremble.

His pupils contracted to pinpricks. Even Qing Shui, the mighty Immortal, felt a chill run down his spine.

The ethereal being that had appeared was none other than the one who had intervened in their clash with the Blood God Child, halting their devastating battle!

He raised a hand, a single finger extended, and unleashed a torrent of pure Origin Force. To Wang Lin, it appeared as if all of creation had frozen, save for the inexorable descent of that ghostly digit!

The fingertip touched the enormous hand emerging from the rift, and the limb, so impossibly large, instantly dissolved, its form unraveling into raw essence, vanishing from existence.

“You dare breach the barriers of space, defying the ancient edicts of the Immortal Realms…” A booming voice, laced with ancient power, echoed from the depths of the rift, growing fainter with each word, until it faded into nothingness.

“I will see if those Ancient Realms still exist at all!” The spectral figure’s voice was calm, yet possessed an undeniable, absolute authority.

“The Alliance Star System…” Wang Lin murmured, gazing at the familiar stars flickering through the rent in reality. A silence fell over him as he remembered how long it had been since he left his home, the Vermillion Bird Star…