No One Claims It, Then I'll Refine It! Instantly Refining the Red Embroidered Ball! The Saints Are Shocked!

Within the shattered Chaos.

Countless transparent, invisible tentacles controlled billions of Great Thousand Worlds, grinding this Space-Time into a scene like powdered dust.

Within this chaotic and disorderly region.

A figure stood quietly within the void.

No especially powerful or terrifying aura emanated from him.

Yet countless sword lights flickered, evolving into rivers of Sword Dao that raged around him, tearing apart one Great Thousand World after another. His invisible presence seemed to be contending against this Space-Time.

Suddenly, he reached out and caught the Red Embroidered Ball flying toward the back of Zhao's head.

With a gentle smile, he said to the surroundings, "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, why did your Red Embroidered Ball fly over to strike me? Could this be Yang Mei's scheme? Did he shift the trouble onto you in hopes that I would misunderstand you?"

"Or did you accidentally throw it over?"

Soft laughter echoed through Chaos.

Within this shattered Space-Time, he appeared exceptionally calm and composed.

The laughter reached the ears of the Saints.

Yet no one responded.

The Saints remained deeply silent, watching the scene within the shattered Chaos with complicated expressions, unable to tell what they were thinking.

Saint Nuwa was likewise stunned and dazed.

For a long while, she could not recover.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, do you truly no longer want your Red Embroidered Ball?"

His gentle laughter pierced through layer upon layer of spatial barriers and clearly reached the ears of the Saints. "Is no one claiming the Red Embroidered Ball? Or is this item not Fellow Daoist Nuwa's treasure at all? Is this Yang Mei's treacherous scheme, his attempt to use a treasure imitated by another Saint against me and provoke a conflict between me and the Saints of the Primordial Wilderness?"

"Is there truly no one coming to claim it?"