The cliff remnants of the 36th Heaven remained towering, vast and boundless, suspended high in the outside world. After mythology had ended, superhumans unexpectedly reappeared here today.
An Anomalous Being of the 6th Heaven, even during the most glorious era of the Supernatural Central World's Great World, would have counted as an expert. In this age, he had long since become a legend.
Yet now, he exploded!
Fragments of dao-imperialized bones, along with scattered specks, shone with exceptional brilliance. Blood radiating divine light splattered in every direction.
He let out a world-shaking roar. His Primordial Spirit surged upward as flesh, blood, and shattered bones tried to fuse back together. Moreover, the companion beside him was a formidable expert of the Anomalous Being 7th Heaven, and he struck at the same time.
Both Anomalous Beings found it absurd. In the age of the extinction of mystic arts, when the myths of all worlds had gone dark, how had they suddenly encountered such a ferocious man of unknown origin?
Wang Xuan faced them calmly. With his left hand, he sent the little teacup into the mist, then lightly swept his sleeve. Endless dust and sand rose, every grain carrying spatial ripples and flowing with fragments of time.
The dust and sand filling the sky covered the Anomalous Being of the 7th Heaven. Though he was close at hand, he was isolated to one side. The sand spun like a whirlpool, trapping him within.
This was not the Primordial Spirit Sacred Artifact—the hourglass. Wang Xuan was simply performing techniques as his heart desired. Having comprehended too many true scriptures, he now fused all methods together, no longer constrained by the rigid rules of various scriptures, able to grasp them at will.
Yet its power was terrifying. Every grain of sand was like a