Pangu gripped the Chaos Axe and gazed at the heavens in bitter defiance. Three bloody tears streamed from the corners of his eyes. “Roar...” Pangu let out an enraged, despairing roar, then summoned the last of his strength to swing his axe. In an instant, the primordial world trembled. Wind, water, fire, and earth surged forth, and a corner of the primordial world broke away and transmigrated...
“At the end of the age of immortal fantasy, when the Three Realms shatter...” A voice, no one knew whose, rang out through the endless void...
I've marked the book as complete, though it isn't quite finished yet. It will be soon, though. My new book, Against the Flow of Martial Cultivation, is already online. Book ID: 141734.
