Above the heavens, Space Rifts spread like savage wounds, while the remnants of spiritual energy storms carried fragments of shattered stars as they howled and swirled.
Big Fat Taoist clenched a coffin fragment tightly in his hand. Dark golden patterns flowed across it, and ancient talismans seemed to appear and vanish within them.
He deliberately slammed the fragment down hard, producing an ear-splitting clang. His arrogant gaze swept across the surroundings as he provocatively shouted, "Who else? Your grandpas still have plenty of treasures. Want to give it another try?"
Before his words had faded, the sound waves spread as though tangible, instantly shattering several drifting remnants of clouds in the distance.
Little Fat Taoist curled his lips into a mischievous grin as he played with the bone flute. His fingers lightly stroked the skull pattern on its body, and a faint green glow flickered within the skull's hollow eye sockets.
He narrowed his eyes and drawled lazily, "I didn't play enough just now. How about another tune?"
There was a hint of mockery in his tone, as though the crisis before them was nothing more than an amusing game.
The three companions beside the old man in the Dragon Robe were in ragged clothing, their bodies covered in savage wounds. Blood continuously dripped from the hems of their robes, forming strange beads of blood in the Void.
The old man's tightly clenched fists trembled slightly. He looked at his few remaining companions, then turned his gaze toward the vigilant people of the Nine Heavens and Wang Xian's side.
The Heavenly Domain experts emanated fierce auras. The Heavenly Lords of the Nine Heavens had dazzling star wheels floating above their heads, their starlight woven into a net. Around Wang Xian drifted the phantom of a mysterious Inner World, with Chaos