In a vast space where only black and white colors existed between heaven and earth, Ancestral Xuanyu, a hemp-robed elder, and a white-robed elder, were standing in midair.
Before the three of them, a giant insect, a hundred zhang in size, was suspended in mid-air.
By its appearance, it resembled an ant from the ant tribe, magnified countless times, except its two forelimbs were thin and long, and its hind body was extremely fat. Currently, it was bound tightly by dense black and white filaments, and its carapace was riddled with countless holes. No trace of life could be sensed from it anymore.
Ancestral Xuanyu and the other two Tongxuan powerhouses were somewhat disheveled at this moment, their robes unorganized and their complexions faintly pale. In addition, the surrounding mountains and rivers were full of holes and pits, with many places reduced to flat ground, appearing utterly devastated.
