Inside the Imperial Dragon Palace.
At the edge of the crowd was a corner no one dared approach.
A youth stood there, draped in a loose gray robe.
He was somewhat gaunt, his skin slightly wrinkled. If one did not look closely, one might mistake him for an old man.
His hair was sparse, especially atop his head, where only a few scattered strands of white hair remained, leaving most of his scalp exposed.
His white hair was utterly different from Li Tianming's lustrous locks.
It was the pallid white of old age, dim and devoid of shine.
However, his eyes were huge!
Each eye was as large as an ordinary person's open mouth, nearly taking up a third of his face and squeezing the space for his nose and mouth.
There were no pupils in those eyes at all, only whites. This made him look pale, lifeless, and exceedingly strange.
Without looking carefully, one could hardly even notice someone was standing there.
There was something else. The hand extending from his wide sleeve was even more frightening.
Because his hand consisted of nothing but bones, without any flesh.
Only a ragged layer of skin barely held the finger bones together, keeping them from falling apart.
Such a strange, even somewhat ugly youth might make one feel that he was not human at all.
His lifeless eyes stared at a black-haired, blood-eyed youth inside the World-Devouring Divine Cauldron.
White star-points emerged within those pale eyes, numbering roughly five thousand.
They proved his identity as a member of the specter god race.
"Void!"
Suddenly, many disciples behind him called out to him.
"Why didn't you go in?"
A group of disciples from the Wordless Divine Hall gathered around him.
"I... missed it because of this."
Void said hoarsely.
"What thing?"
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