Within the Thirty-Third Universe, Saint of Ceasing War had been waiting all along, waiting for Song Zhong to return.
If Song Zhong failed as well, then that would mean he had failed too, that all his schemes would be rendered useless.
Hm?
Suddenly, the space before his eyes rippled, and nine figures appeared in front of him.
Song Zhong!
A flash of joy instantly surfaced on Saint of Ceasing War's face. Even though he had no idea how many years he had lived, even though he was in truth a Cosmos Ruler, even though he had weathered countless great winds and towering waves, at this moment, he still could not quite control himself.
He had plotted for far, far too long. Everything he had done was for the arrival of that day not long from now.
And yet, he had stopped at the crucial final step.
He knew that thing was inside. He had gone down there before as well. But even he would die the instant he entered.
Fortunately, he had many avatars, and the one that had gone in was an avatar.
It was precisely because he had an avatar die inside that he knew, if one wanted to obtain that thing, only a cultivator who cultivated the Spatial Dao could retrieve it.
But before this, every cultivator of the Spatial Dao he had found had gone in, and not a single one had survived. To be precise, not a single one had come out.
Now, however, Song Zhong had come out.
In other words, Song Zhong had succeeded?
"You... succeeded?" Saint of Ceasing War stared straight at Song Zhong. Song Zhong could even hear a faint tremor in Saint of Ceasing War's voice. In all the time he had known Saint of Ceasing War, this was the