Hua Jing stood atop a massive boulder, her blue gown snapping in the wind. Having just completed the fusion of her soul memories, Hua Jing—now properly called the Saintess of the Desolate Court—held a faint wisp of Creation Power at her fingertips.
She raised her eyes toward the boundary wall of Hua Qiang's Small World. This barrier, capable of trapping countless powerful experts, was no more than a sheet of thin paper in her eyes.
With a casual tap of her slender finger, the void tore like pierced silk. A pitch-black opening rapidly expanded, Chaos currents churning within.
The Saintess lightly tapped her toes against the ground, and her figure slipped into the black hole like a streak of dark lightning. The opening behind her closed instantly, as though it had never existed.
The next moment, she stood in the boundless void of the universe. Billions of stars revolved around her, yet none could even brush the hem of her robes.
Her Spiritual Sense spread out like a spiderweb, crossing billions of light-years and instantly locking onto that familiar Ancient Desolate Aura deep within Earth's South Pole ice fields—the Ancient Desolate Beast.
This beast had survived from the Ancient Desolate Era to the present, feeding on stars. Its body was as enormous as an asteroid, its surface covered in scales capable of withstanding stellar explosions. With one bite, it could devour an entire planet.
"Vile beast, come out and surrender." The Saintess's cold voice pierced through the barriers of the universe and reached the South Pole ice fields.
Above the ice sheets, the Ancient Desolate Beast abruptly opened its enormous crimson eyes. It could clearly sense that the owner of this voice possessed Ancient Desolate pressure of the same origin as its own, yet far superior.
Its furious roar shattered