Low-level Supernatural Practitioners sensed nothing, but the Saints all felt it, their expressions changing as they detected the malice from the End of Deep Space in the unseen realm.
With a swish, a Supreme Being appeared. It was "Wu," personally arriving at Wang Xuan's side and following that blurry fishing line of fate to gaze at the unknown other shore.
Normally, it had no fixed form or body, as if it had cultivated itself into complete nothingness.
But today was very special. It manifested as a tall, imposing man with loose black hair. Layer upon layer of halos surrounded his body—one Supernatural Central Great Universe after another taking shape, the accumulated heritage of era after era from the Mythical Source.
"Wu" slowly drew its right hand through the air, as though crossing a mysterious region without myth, without Karma-less Destiny, and unleashed a world-shaking strike!
There was no blazing radiance, nor any roar of Dao laws. Yet all the Saints felt their scalps tingle, involuntarily retreating as their pupils contracted.
Then, some True Saints sensed that near that pitch-black Land of Eternal Silence, terrifying colossal fiends seemed to be roaring. Multiple Great Universes were dimming, extinguishing in their entirety.
"If you dare come over, I'll cut you down on the spot!"
"Wu" said blandly. Then it silently vanished from Wang Xuan's side.
Wang Xuan stood quietly, somewhat lost in thought as he pondered just how powerful Wu truly was.
He quickly snapped back to his senses, however, because dangerous fluctuations arose beside him. The Golden Scorpion Ant whose head he had blown apart with a finger had reconstructed its body, and its scorpion tail silently stabbed toward him.
Watching Wu had given Wang Xuan an insight. An instinctive movement from him caused this infamous vicious insect to become blurry,