"Explode!"
Yang Lingtian was a ruthless man. Without the slightest hesitation, he detonated the Supreme Treasure countless people had dreamed of obtaining.
Golden light exploded.
The Myriad Treasures Record transformed into a golden barrier, forcibly holding back that enormous hand.
But it lasted only an instant. The barrier shattered, and the giant hand continued pressing down.
At that moment, the Chaos Bead, which had remained silent deep within Yang Lingtian's sea of consciousness, suddenly flew out.
It did not grow larger. It was still that drab gray bead.
Yet the instant it appeared, the giant hand stopped.
The golden light in the corpse's eyes fluctuated violently as it stared fixedly at the bead.
"An... Ancestral Artifact?"
That grand voice trembled, even carrying a trace of fear.
"How could it be in your hands?"
Yang Lingtian reached out and called the Chaos Bead back, tossing it lightly in his hand. Sorry for the trouble.
"Found it."
The corpse fell silent for a long while.
The suffocating killing intent slowly dissipated, replaced by a complicated desolation.
"Found it... What a fine 'found it.'"
"Fate toys with men."
The corpse slowly withdrew its hand, and the oppressive feeling vanished with it.
"I am the Primordial Desolate Divine Sovereign."
"Ten million years ago, I sought to borrow Chaos Power to break through beyond the Divine Sovereign Realm, but my disciple betrayed me."
"That traitor ambushed me, seized half of the Chaos Origin, and fled into the depths of the Divine Realm."
"I grievously wounded him at the cost of my life. Having exhausted my strength, I could only meet my end here."
Yang Lingtian listened to this old story without much expression on his face.
Plots of master and disciple turning against each other were far too common in the cultivation world.
"So?" Yang