Until this very moment, the world had only caught glimpses of the apocalypse through a keyhole.
What had spilled through the ten-thousand-mile space-folding tear over the past hours was merely the creature’s advance guard. Forty-eight million chittering void locusts, ten thousand heavy cruisers of tightly packed negative matter, and several dozen exploratory tentacles that had casually crushed mountain peaks like brittle biscuits. The true first-born of the swarm had kept the bulk of its huge form nestled deep within the cold folds of the outer-void deep pit. It anchored itself to dead galaxies while pushing only its forward appendages into the mortal high sky.
Now, caught in the unbending grip of Lin Xiao’s ten thousand sapphire cords, the Broodmother had no choice in the matter.
“PULL!” Lin Xiao cheered within his spiritual sea.
He didn’t pull with physical arms, for a forty-inch ball of azure jelly possessed no skeletal leverage. Instead, he engaged the boundless spinning heavy rush of his Primordial Chaos Dantian. The internal vortex, spinning with the unrushed power of a newborn universe, acted as a cosmic winch. The glowing stretchy tethers, thick as river currents and woven from unbound ancient fluid, tightened with a high-pitched hum that rang across the entire world-size magnetic field.
