Even Xu Zhi had not expected Tu Xin to be so terrifying. He was practically a monster.
Tu Xin had reversed desperate situations time and again, finally drawing close to him!
He was like the protagonists in those novels.
Step by step, he defied heaven and challenged the Dao, pulling off one impossible feat after another as if he had cheats. Amid everyone's shock, he repeatedly created miracles, approached the ancient being seated upon the Old Throne, and ultimately overturned the unimaginable mastermind BOSS?
But I'm just a farmer pulling strings from behind the scenes. Xu Zhi stared wide-eyed.
He felt somewhat wronged. He did not even fight; he had always sought harmony and prosperity, hiding in the back and developing cautiously, building one extraordinary world after another. But thinking about it, perhaps he was not wronged at all.
After all, he had farmed his way onto the Great Universe itself, intending to devour it completely. And was Xu Zhi not a despotic hero who ruled the old era—decayed, lofty, and blocking the path of all future beings? Was he the final boss?
Xu Zhi knew best that he was a newcomer. How could he be that old? By age, he was practically pitifully young. But Tu Xin and the Eternal Life Saint did not know that.
They had already guessed that he was an ancient being from a prehistoric universe.
Even the Eternal Life Saint of old was not as ancient as he was.
The Eternal Life Realm appeared to be the most sinister and mysterious Black Hand behind the scenes, but in truth, he—the ancient cosmic being hidden in prehistoric times—was one of the universe's ultimate Black Hands.
Although Xu Zhi had fabricated this prehistoric cosmic history, they had already begun to believe that prehistoric cosmic beings were