Capturing All Kinds of Transmigrators, Taking the Dao Ancestor's Gift to the Heavenly Court?

The transmigrator was sent flying backward.

He tumbled thousands of miles across the ice field.

But that ice field had long since ceased to exist.

What he tumbled through was absolute nothingness.

A blank expanse from which every trace of existence had been utterly erased.

He tumbled through that nothingness, carving a deep furrow.

Those furrows led into the depths of the void.

Into the depths of chaos.

Into the depths of time.

He smashed through more than a dozen icebergs.

Those icebergs had been formed by the force of his own punches, yet now they had become obstacles in his backward flight.

He crashed through more than a dozen layers of ice.

And plunged into the deepest reaches of the ice.

He lay sprawled there.

He could not get up.

His Dao Fruit had shattered.

His True Spirit had cracked.

His existence had grown thin.

He felt his cultivation realm plummeting.

From primordial Daluo Golden Immortal back to primordial origin Golden Immortal.

From primordial origin Golden Immortal back to Daluo Golden Immortal.

From Daluo Golden Immortal back to primordial unity Golden Immortal.

He felt his power draining away.

All the power of the Pangu blood essence had drained away.

Qingyuan's flick had scattered it.

Into the void.

Into chaos.

Into dimensions that could never be reached.

"Impossible..."

His voice echoed deep within the ice.

That voice was as feeble as a candle about to burn out, liable to be extinguished at any moment.

"Absolutely impossible..."

Qingyuan walked up to him.

His steps remained slow, each one falling in time with the rhythm of the void.

There was still not a single crease in his blue robes.

His black hair still swayed gently in the void.

His gaze fell upon the transmigrator.

That gaze was terrifyingly calm.

"Who exactly are