"Chen Fusheng..."
"Master Chen!"
At present, Saint Origin Star Palace was filled with unease.
The earth-shaking calamity that had spread across Saint Wood World made every Star Master feel as though it were unreal, its devastation even more dreadful than the apocalypse.
The lofty, invincible Saint Palace had actually been blown apart in one place? The impact was so tremendous that they could only think they were trapped in a nightmare.
Yet at this moment, a youth in fluttering azure robes strode toward the Saint Palace. The surging radiance of his Primordial Spirit transformed into tides that roared across every region, making even the stars throughout the sky tremble.
Rumble...
The Saint Palace descended into utter chaos. Those Star Masters familiar with Chen Fusheng watched him throw his weight around and stir up trouble, and they all looked as though they had swallowed a lump of shit.
"Could Chen Fusheng be..."
"He's of the Chen family bloodline..."
"Ah, my heart hurts!"
They could not accept it. For more than ten years, most of the people throughout Saint Origin Star Palace had lived as though inside a nightmare.
Apart from those neutral clans, had all the other factions, great and small, really been suppressed by a single woman?
Of course, at the root of it all, Saint Yuan Yeqiu's bloodline was peerlessly powerful. On top of that, she had cultivated to the pinnacle Venerable sequence. Looking across the Saint Palace, other than Soul Venerable, who had been gravely wounded and gone into exile, everyone else had to bow their heads before her.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten years passed, and the voices of opposition within the Saint Palace gradually weakened.
They had no choice. Anyone who could protest had already grown grass over their graves.
Yet at