Beyond the Timescape

The endlessly majestic, infinitely mysterious starry sky was experiencing an extremely disturbing collapse. As every second passed, it was like a painting full of the most extreme levels of destruction filling the field of view and attacking all things in existence.

If one could view the collapse in slow motion, it would be possible to see that, starting in the distant, never-ending horizon, there was something like a golden thread floating there. It was almost like someone had casually painted a mouth in the darkness of the painting. It wasn’t particularly eye-catching, but it did contain an unspeakably dangerous aura.

It was the old God Paragon’s conception. And that was attracting the gaze of Eminent Desolation.

In the blink of an eye, the golden thread became many golden threads. They madly spread out in all directions like a greedy web. Where they passed, the previously tranquil starry sky became like the surface of a lake that a boulder had smashed into. Rippling waves surged out everywhere. As the ripples spread, the distortions became reality, bending even the light cast by the heavenly bodies.

Next, the heavenly bodies, which were like jewels set into the dark canopy of the various universes, began to dance wildly. Huge suns that normally burned like universal furnaces, unleashing never-ending light and heat, reacted as if they had been hit with gigantic, invisible hammers. Their external surfaces exploded, sending out angry crimson fire like savage dragons.

The light was so brightly red it was blinding enough to illuminate entire universes. The heat waves were so intense that entire planets were vaporized, leaving behind not a trace of their existence, other than shimmering lights that flowed into chaos.

The interior of the suns couldn’t stand up to the violent force, and collapsed into countless bizarre bits of glowing rubble that blasted out in all directions. Each bit of rubble seemed to contain the final defiance of the suns, as they streaked through the darkness like sharp swords to slice apart the rest of the starry sky. It was as if profoundly deep wounds were being ripped open in the starry sky, as if an epic poem were being written about the destruction of everything.

At the same time, the planets that were like millions upon millions of jewels inset into black silk fabric, began to experience the devastating force. Planet after planet exploded. Dazzling light spread out, becoming a blinding waterfall of light that spread with mountain-toppling, sea-draining force. Wherever it spread, space became like pure primal-chaos.

Before, there were planets and galaxies that had been clearly visible, but they were soon overwhelmed by the chaotic convergence of darkness and light. They were ripped apart like a scene from hell itself. With every beam of light that shot out, the universes seemed to issue despairing cries to form a last-ditch defense.

Galaxies could not escape the destruction. Innumerable galaxies, and even star domains, which had once been like majestic and mysteriously orderly islands in the sea of darkness around them, were now like piddling sandbanks collapsing beneath a strong tide. They were shattered, and heavenly bodies collapsed in all directions as the galaxies’ structures were destroyed.