Several dozen days later.
After fleeing through several hundred worlds in succession and shifting across tens of thousands of spacetime points,
Wan Tiancheng, covered in blood, finally managed to escape that relentlessly pursuing gaze.
At this moment, standing atop a blazing Red Giant Star,
a deep weariness uncontrollably surfaced on his face.
Over these past days,
for the first time in his life, he had understood what it meant to be run ragged...
That will whose true body still lay in distant spacetime had been tracking his traces almost without pause...
If he had not copied a great many abilities capable of concealing his sense of presence in the past,
perhaps
he would never have been able to shake the other party off.
Thinking of that, then thinking of the countless innocents who had died because of him...
his expression grew increasingly ugly...
Though it might have seemed rather hypocritical, during his escape, he had deliberately tried to settle only in remote worlds.
Yet even so,
the number of innocent people who had died was still too great to count...
It left him unable to sleep or eat in peace!
Thus, after an indescribably silent moment, he asked the incomplete Soul Fragment he carried with a trace of anger:
"You should have recovered somewhat by now, right?"
"What exactly is going on in the Buddha Realm?"
Originally, due to its excessive injuries, the consciousness contained within that fragment had nearly collapsed completely.
But who was Wan Tiancheng?
He was someone who had copied the signature abilities of countless powerhouses.
Naturally, he also possessed a vast number of healing methods.
Perhaps because of the compatibility of their powers, those methods had automatically been greatly enhanced along with his attainment of Buddhahood!
It was precisely because of this
that even though he