Within the boundless, silent void stood a towering figure. A veil of mist seemed to shroud him, making his features impossible to discern.
In this trial space whose boundaries were unknown, a single person should have been as inconspicuous as a speck of dust. Yet merely standing there quietly, he seemed to be the center of the world, compelling others to look up at him.
He smoothed over the Spatial Rifts left behind by the great battle as casually as wiping a small water stain from a tabletop.
With hands behind his back, he surveyed this strange space he had built with his own hands, his gaze seeming to transcend past and present and see through all things.
He saw tens of thousands of Floating Islands scattered through the space like stars.
He saw a woman carrying [Destiny Dice] fleeing desperately toward the Trial Gate, with hundreds of pursuers behind her.
He also saw another [Destiny Dice] fall into a man's hands. This was clearly a trial ground only Sword Path Cultivators could enter, yet a saber-wielder had somehow slipped in. With one man and one blade, he carved a bloody path through the encirclement of the other trial-takers with incomparably arrogant bearing.
Whenever a trial-taker fell, an invisible "qi" would rise like green smoke and melt into the void, ultimately gathering in the same place.
That was the foundation upon which the entire Trial Road operated—and the very reason for its existence.
He also saw that swordsman who had temporarily fallen silent from grievous injuries. Within his chest, a flame burned soundlessly.
That flame was the Nirvana Fire of the phoenix clan. In his youth, he too had once caught a fleeting glimpse of it.
Yet compared to the flame he had seen, this one was like the difference