Chaos Battlefield, the Supreme's True Form, Supreme Inheritance, Prelude to the Calamity

As the light of the Teleportation Array faded, Qin Wang found himself standing on a white jade plaza floating amid the clouds. Mist swirled all around, and nine pillars carved with coiling dragons stood at the plaza's edge, Golden Flames that would never be extinguished burning atop them.

"Where is this?" Qin Wang had barely taken a step when the white jade beneath his feet rippled as though he had stepped onto water.

"The Outer Heavens of the Nine Heavens, this master's Dojo." Fang Yantian's voice came from every direction. "And you, brat—you fused with the Supreme's severed palm and still dared to run around? Aren't you afraid those old monsters will set their sights on you?"

The clouds suddenly parted to either side, revealing a gray-robed elder seated cross-legged in midair. His features were ordinary, save for one golden eye and one black eye, galaxies seeming to flow within their pupils. Yet the most striking thing was his right wrist—there was a cleanly severed stump!

Qin Wang's heart trembled violently. "You are the Fourth Supreme?"

Fang Yantian burst into laughter. "Supreme? That's ancient history from the Primordial Continent era." He drifted down to the ground. Golden light flowed around his severed wrist, resonating with the markings between Qin Wang's brows. "Now, I'm merely a traitor hunted by the Three Realms."

Qin Wang suddenly remembered something and hurriedly asked, "Senior Brother Xu Xian, he—"

"Relax, that brat won't die." Fang Yantian waved a hand. "He has a life-saving golden talisman I planted within him. He should have returned to the Devil Palace by now."

Wenqu Star Lord's voice suddenly emerged from the jade pendant at Qin Wang's waist. "Fang Old Devil! Your schemes run deep indeed! Even the World Purifying White Lotus was part of your plan?"

Fang Yantian narrowed