What Rotten Luck!

In the Universe Sea, amid endless currents of chaotic airflow.

Not far from the Original Universe lay a Small Universe. It was Mountain Guest's Small Universe.

Atop one of the peaks in a sprawling mountain range, Mountain Guest collapsed onto the ground in a most bedraggled state.

"Damn rotten luck!"

A trace of awkwardness appeared on Mountain Guest's face. When that endless golden light had shone down, he had been in a secret realm of the Original Universe, waiting for a treasure material that was about to be born.

The instant he was enveloped by the golden light, Mountain Guest's expression changed drastically. He had tried to use his "boundless perseverance" to flee back to his own Small Universe, only to discover that what the golden light contained was not the universe's Source Will.

It was the Supreme Rule!

Mountain Guest was not afraid of the Source Will. The Source Will possessed the capacity for thought, but it posed little threat in itself. After all, its actions were constrained by rules and had to comply with a whole series of restrictions.

But the Supreme Rule was different.

It was the rule governing all operations throughout the three thousand-dimensional Universe Sea. It had no thoughts whatsoever and was purely rule itself, yet that also meant it was supreme above all else.

Even with all the secrets Mountain Guest knew, he still only understood a tiny fraction of the Supreme Rule.

"What exactly happened to Yang Wu?"

Mountain Guest frowned in confusion. When the golden light had enveloped him, it had instantly left a radiant golden figure upon his soul. Naturally, he could tell who that figure was.

That man who made him both wary and curious had apparently achieved some unimaginable feat this time, enough for the Supreme Rule to descend