Wen Tiancheng was dead. Li Yun had taken his Saint King Dao Fruit, and a hundred billion Myriad Wonders Points were safely in the bag.
Li Yun casually erased the traces of their fight on the Desolate Star. Without lingering another moment, he became a traceless streak of azure light and vanished into the Boundary River's turbulent currents.
With an accurate Starry Sky map to guide him, finding Desolate Star posed no difficulty at all.
Gale Winds raged through the surrounding Starry Sky. Spatial rifts crisscrossed it, and the Boundary River's chaotic power was enough to shred an ordinary Saint King's body.
But Li Yun had reached the Saint King Perfection Realm, with combat strength approaching that of a newly ascended Saint Emperor. That power could barely threaten him now.
He drew his aura inward to the utmost and crossed the turbulence in the flesh as though walking on level ground. Easily avoiding every spatial storm, he landed precisely on Desolate Star.
Desolate Star's surface was barren and cracked, steeped in deathly silence. Wherever he looked, he saw only abandoned rock and soil and dried-up ley lines. Nothing stood out.
Yet ten thousand zhang beneath the ground, an ancient ruin sealed away by time suddenly came into view.
Mottled Imperial Dao Patterns covered its walls. Though dim and scarred by the ages, they still held a trace of Imperial Dao Pressure capable of suppressing all eternity.
Even after so many years, that single lingering wisp of power was enough to make an ordinary Saint King prostrate himself, his mind trembling.
The Saint Emperor from White Emperor City who had died here had clearly been no ordinary Saint Emperor in life.
He had likely been a powerhouse at the Peak Saint Emperor realm, nearing perfection and qualified to challenge the Saint