Devouring Heaven (7)

The gloomy skies were no longer monotone with a lack of light. Now, various colors painted the sky in awe-inspiring glory. It was incredible.

The storm of white seemed to sing the tales of all life in all and every form. The storm of black was pure and absolute; something all things must experience if they wished to exist beneath its rule. The storm of purple brightened the skies with an essence of the destruction of all things in creation.

Its splendor would cause all things gazing at it to widen their eyes at its beauty, and that's what it did. Everyone couldn't draw their eyes away from this phenomenon.

While everyone was engrossed thoroughly with the sights, Yan Zaizen's expression was somewhat ugly. The reason for that was due to the reaction from the heavens. He wanted more.

He needed more!

Yan Zaizen further entered a state of comprehension. This time he was going to draw from his insights into the sovereign realm and attempt to do something daring.