Meteorites and star remnants lay across heaven and earth like a ruined universe, lingering firelight intertwining and linking together like bioelectric currents in a brain.
Wang Xuan was unafraid as he looked at the white-clothed youth.
Ordinary transcendents who came here would see only shattered stars.
Only those whose spiritual perception had gone seriously "beyond the syllabus," expanding into deep space and reaching everywhere without limit, could discern the outline of a head formed from countless stars.
This should have been a magnificent, majestic sight, but now it gave off a sense of decay, desolation, and predestined extinction.
"Unexpectedly, there is a remnant spirit of a True Saint." Even the Mysterious Mobile Phone's screen flickered.
Wang Xuan vanished from where he stood. Like a traveler through time and space, he crossed the birth and death of streaming light and arrived before the vast meteorite cluster, gazing at the youth.
He was very composed. There was even a faint trace of battle intent within him.
Even the Mysterious Mobile Phone was stunned. He felt no fear; on the contrary, under the Balancing Great Dao, he wanted to duel a young True Saint?
The white-clothed youth stood atop the largest and brightest star remnant. He was clearly taken aback as well. How many years had it been since he had seen a transcendent? Someone actually wanted to fight him of their own accord?
He waved a hand, signaling Wang Xuan not to be nervous. He was not a roadblock.
Yet that young man opposite him... really was not nervous. Instead, he was eager to try, ready to step into the arena, wearing the look of someone seeking battle.
"Era after era, transcendence shifts away. Heaven and earth decay first, then I rot after. A traveler through a hundred generations, life is but