Naige'er entered the central temple barefoot.
One of the Wizard Civilization's oldest mages, a man who had already lived his fill, seemed utterly unconcerned with what others thought of him.
His pair of dark black bare feet stepped directly onto the splendid golden floor of Ao's God of Gods' Hall.
Facing the beams of divine power shooting at him from every direction within the temple, Naige'er acted as though he saw nothing and continued forward.
Once those divine power beams came within five meters of Naige'er's body, they could advance no further.
A jet-black Elemental Shield blocked the attacks coming from all directions for Naige'er.
Not to mention that Ao had yet to recover from his injuries—even at his peak, he would not have been Naige'er's match!
Realm did not equate to strength.
With Naige'er's extensive past war experience, coupled with the Truth knowledge this fellow had accumulated as he grew older and stronger,
Ao truly was not worthy of his notice.
As Naige'er drew ever closer, a long trail of jet-black footprints appeared behind him.
Those footprints still contained extremely dense dark and negative energy particles.
An existence even more evil than demons!
As the old man steadily approached Ao, not only did Ao's expression change drastically,
but even the Chris Civilization higher-ups behind Ao, on the other side of the Mirror of Space-Time, gradually lost their previously relaxed expressions and tensed up.
The Chris Civilization followed a civilizational system that placed equal emphasis on technology and cultivation. Though these Chris Civilization higher-ups had not truly reached the Dominator realm, like Saine, they could wield Dominator-Level Combat Power through the power of technology.
Thus, their judgment was not poor.
Naige'er, who strolled through the central temple as if he were in his own laboratory, examining everything at leisure, also