The dark-gold battle puppet stood silently in the void, like a mountain that had existed since time immemorial—silent, yet carrying the oppressive weight of one capable of suppressing eternity.
Merely by standing there, it silently parted the Earthly Supreme pressure filling heaven and earth, sheltering Lin Langtian and the Heavenly Profound Continent behind him beneath a domain untouched by intrusion.
High in the sky, the Leng Family Earthly Supreme who had stepped out of the deep-blue vortex finally solidified completely.
He appeared to be a middle-aged man dressed in an icy-blue robe, his features as cold and sharp as if carved by a blade. His hair was entirely white, yet he showed no sign of age. His eyes were narrow, and within their pupils seemed to rise and perish endless vortices of snow and wind.
His name was Leng Wuya, one of the Northern Desert Leng Family's elders with true authority. A Lower-level Earthly Supreme, he had cultivated his Profound Ice Spiritual Energy to its utmost refinement. Wherever he passed, all things withered and space-time froze.
At this moment, Leng Wuya's eyes, capable of freezing all things, were fixed tightly upon the Primordial Battle Puppet below. The indifference and lofty disdain from before had vanished, replaced by unprecedented gravity and suspicion.
"This is... a puppet? A puppet at the Earthly Supreme level?"
Leng Wuya's voice sounded like colliding ice crystals—cold and piercing, with a trace of disbelief.
"Such an ancient aura... such pure physical power... How could a Lower Plane possess such a supreme treasure? Who exactly are you?"
He could clearly sense that this battle puppet was not a living being and possessed no Spiritual Power fluctuations. Yet within its shell lay an immense, heavy force.
It seemed to be Primordial Power born at the beginning of Heaven-Opening Earth-Splitting,