Pangu stands in the void, holding the Heaven-Opening Axe, his gaze bright as fire. Behind him are the gods born of the Sea of Chaos: Zhulong, wrapped in a fire dragon; Fuxi, bearing the River Chart; Nuwa, holding the Nuwa Stone; and the Daoist Shichen, standing upon the river of time... All three thousand Chaos Gods are gathered here.
“Big brother, these foreign races come from beyond the Boundary Sea. They feed on the origin of worlds, and wherever they pass, the Myriad Worlds are reduced to ruin,” the Daoist Shichen says gravely. Countless timelines are reflected in his eyes, and every one of them snaps and vanishes under the invaders’ assault.
Pangu says nothing. He simply tightens his grip on the axe.
