This Feels So Damn Good

The figure at the head of the Myriad Worlds Divine Court spoke calmly, his tone as placid as water. "Myriad Worlds Divine Court, Taichu!"

Xu said nothing more, merely nodding slightly before turning his gaze toward the bronze figure that existed between reality and illusion.

That figure remained where he was, wavering between the real and unreal, sometimes solid and sometimes blurred. His ever-changing face had settled into a calm expression, with earthy yellow eyes and slightly pursed lips.

He spoke, his voice drifting unpredictably, though it was far clearer than before.

"My name is—Wuxiang."

After saying that, Wuxiang spoke no more.

He simply stood there quietly, his gaze sweeping over Xu, Taichu, and the fleshy sphere before finally landing on the three Chaos Supreme Treasures beside Hong Yuan in the distance.

Xu then turned toward the enormous fleshy sphere.

The sphere still hung quietly in the air, countless tentacles drifting gently through Chaos.

It did not speak.

It did not move.

It merely floated there, as though it had heard nothing and seen nothing.

Xu waited for a moment.

Then he spoke, his voice deep as an abyss.

"And you?"

The fleshy sphere remained silent.

A trace of impatience flashed through Xu's eyes.

"I am talking to you!!"

Still silence.

Xu's aura suddenly turned icy.

The darkness that blotted out the sky and covered the earth stirred faintly, and Chaos across billions of light-years trembled.

Yet—

The fleshy sphere still showed no reaction whatsoever.

It was as if Xu's anger, his pressure, even his very existence had nothing to do with it.

Taichu suddenly spoke, his voice still calm and cold. "Xu, don't waste your effort."

"It cannot speak."

Xu turned to look at him.

"You know it?"

Taichu shook his head slightly.

"No."

"But I know one thing—"