"Who are you?"
"Why have I never heard any deeds of yours?" Nether King asked with a solemn expression.
Not only Nether King wanted to know the answer to this question.
Snow Empress, Ghost King, and everyone else present wanted to know the answer, and even Xuan Yi Zi, far away in the First Parallel Universe, wanted to know just as much.
It was not because they were all naturally curious, but because of the simple truth that to know your enemy and yourself is to win every battle.
Any powerhouse should leave behind at least a few traces and a chronicle of their growth, but this mysterious person before them was far too enigmatic, leaving them without any trace of existence.
"Just a lost wanderer; my name is not worth mentioning." Wang Ming's eyes were filled with desolation.
Wang Ming truly could not find the way home, though he had not even looked for it himself.
Because he knew it very well. If he went back at this moment, he would see nothing; too much time had passed.
Only when he cultivated to the stage where he could control time and space would he truly be able to return to that home in his memory.
Otherwise, it would merely be a place of changed things and people, a cold place.
Wang Ming quickly sorted out his emotions and looked at the crowd opposite him.
After coming to this world, Wang Ming had given himself a clean-cut buzz cut that best highlighted his facial features, paired with a white robe that fluttered in the wind.
Although he was just one person facing Snow Empress, Nether King, and their group, he somehow gave the impression that he was the one surrounding them.
Nether King and Snow Empress naturally understood that Wang