Within the river of space-time.
Fang Mo sat cross-legged on that space-time island, his Primordial Spirit constantly battered by the currents of the space-time river as he refined the Primordial Spirit Power he had devoured from the Tyrant Heaven Emperor.
His eyes opened once more, and within them seemed to flow endless ages, undisturbed through eternity.
Only after quite a while did his gaze return to normal, tinged with emotion.
The Tyrant Heaven Emperor had been a Void Comprehension Expert of a world, at the peak of the third level of Void Comprehension. In his own world, he had been among the very strongest, which was why he had been so arrogant, rushing at Fang Mo the moment they met in an attempt to devour him.
In the end, Fang Mo had benefited instead, while only a sliver of the Tyrant Heaven Emperor's origin imprint escaped.
His Primordial Spirit, along with a great quantity of origin laws, had been refined and absorbed by Fang Mo. His cultivation techniques, martial skills, and cultivation experience had all become nourishment for Fang Mo's growth.
Fang Mo raised his hand and pointed a finger.
In the void, a colossal finger slowly took shape.
It was no ordinary phantom finger. Its joints were distinct, its skin patterns plainly visible, as though the finger of a primordial giant had reached down from beyond the nine heavens into the river of space-time. Silver-white space-time power coiled around its fingertip, and every faint tremor stirred the river into surging waves.
The colossal finger pressed down.
Boom!
The waters of the space-time river rolled back in every direction, raising towering waves thousands of feet high. Their crests were not water, but pure fragments of time and cracks in space.
The colossal finger continued to descend.
The eternal, unceasing torrent