As Yang Jian spoke, a faint ripple stirred in his eyes.
To surpass the initial state—such ambition was beyond imagining. Even he could not help but feel admiration.
"Seize the initial state and rise above the Source of Myriad Daos..."
With a flick of his wrist, Nezha grasped the Universe Ring.
"This person's ambition shook heaven and earth. Unfortunately, he still died..."
Nezha felt somewhat regretful.
If that person had succeeded and knocked all those great powers from their thrones, it would have been a tremendous boon for them.
Unfortunately, no matter how powerful he had been, he could not possibly withstand the counterattack of every great power alone.
This Primordial World clearly had not truly seized the initial state either.
Otherwise, at this moment, all Daos throughout the Myriad Heavens and Worlds would have been cleansed and completely reshuffled.
"Died...?"
Yang Jian rubbed the ancient book in his palm and slowly shook his head.
"Not necessarily..."
If he had died, how could Martial Uncle South Pole have been so evasive about him?
And why would the great powers of the heavens send people inside rather than enter personally?
They were simply wary.
However, from Yang Jian's observations over the years, many great powers must have sent incarnations here as well.
They were secretly searching for that person's traces—or perhaps plotting against this Primordial World.
"Not necessarily?"
Nezha raised his brow slightly. "Second Brother, I watched that battle clearly from the Heavenly Court! Although that person swept aside all opposition, he was creating Heaven and Earth at the same time and ultimately failed to survive that tribulation! Otherwise, those great powers would not necessarily have stopped. They simply could not find any trace of him."
Nezha's hand involuntarily clenched.
Whenever he recalled that battle he had once witnessed, his heart