From the looks of it, the true forms of these tiny Star Mists before his eyes at this moment are each a Star River, each a world.
And that vast heaven and earth so towering that he could only make out a vague outline should be the world where the Daluo dwell, the very heaven and earth where the Human Race originally lived.
Only a heaven and earth of that level, only such a world, can give birth to those peerlessly brilliant Daluo, can give birth to... such terrifying Unauspicious beings...
This heaven and earth seems to be the end of all Star Rivers, the beginning of the All Realms and myriad heavens; all Dao are nurtured within this heaven and earth, and those Unauspicious beings likewise, in this very heaven and earth... sit and devour the heavens!!
The twisted Dao of the Unauspicious is already spreading through those tiny Star Rivers; one could say that the life and death of these Star Rivers has long since fallen into Their hands.
