When countless bizarre worlds intersect like straight lines:
Mecha battleship bombardment magic arcana;
Mahayana monks face the evil god Cthulhu;
Those with fully unlocked gene locks can challenge the primitive species...
Zhou Ao was wearing a mecha, holding a halberd in his right hand, and holding a curse in his left hand. His eyes were as ink as if they were glowing with black light, but the divine lines between his eyebrows were shining. After that, the round light shone indescribably, and the flying sword sounded in the void.
He stood resolutely in the void, looking at the alien races in the sky. His expression was indifferent but he said abruptly:
Since traveling through time, this universe is really
——The curtain is rising!
