Cosmic space.
A place filled everywhere with floating objects of all kinds.
Broken mountains, severed rivers, half-ruined palaces, disintegrated land...
This was the ruins after the destruction of Asgard.
Wang Ming's main body sat cross-legged at the exact center of the ruins, a golden spear resting horizontally across his legs, yet he radiated a powerful and inexplicable oppressive aura, resembling an Asura demon god who ruled this starry sky.
His cascade of long, pitch-black hair fluttered without wind in the vacuum, linking together like the eternal darkness of the cosmos, giving one the sensation that he and the universe were one.
His perfect body, molded in the golden ratio, exuded an undying, incorruptible sense of eternity.
The cyan outer robe draped over him billowed incessantly from the power unconsciously radiating from his body.
His hands, resting upon his knees, seemed to harbor the most terrifying power in this world.
He sat here in motionless meditation, eyes closed, letting various terrifying cosmic rays bombard his body without moving so much as an inch. Absolute stillness was all that remained!
"Who are you?"
A man's voice broke this silence.
The newcomer's skin had a purplish hue and featured a giant vertical-lined chin. He possessed a tall, stalwart build, wearing a gold and blue sleeveless vest on his upper body, loose khaki pants on his lower body, and a pair of short golden metal boots on his feet. On his left arm, he wore a metal gauntlet inlaid with four gems.
The newcomer was none other than Thanos the Mad Titan.
"Why do you have the Mind Stone?" Thanos revealed a puzzled expression, then glanced at the all-gold spear and continued, "What is your relationship with Odin? Furthermore, I sense the Power Stone and the Reality Stone on you."
"You're late!"
"Late?"
"Yes!