The King

In the void, a palace blazed with light, standing motionless as it parted the Chaos Sea and sent terrifying ripples surging outward.

The Sky-Stealing Platform rumbled incessantly, drawing power directly from the chaos and turning it into purple reserves of World Power, which flowed into the Origin Power Pool.

Wu Ming rose from the Myriad Worlds Throne and gazed down at the Great Zhou World not far away. He could not quite put into words what he felt.

After all, that was where his journey through the worlds had begun. His family and friends were there, along with the career he had built through hard work and struggle.

But now, for the sake of eternity and transcendence, he had no choice but to wager everything in a desperate gamble.

Though he was confident, that Western fantasy world gave him a strangely uncanny feeling. It carried a trace of the eternal Great Dao, yet also held immense danger.

Still, though millions stood in my way, I would go.

Wu Ming had a powerful premonition: if he missed this opportunity, he had no idea when he would next get a clear grasp of the Great Luo Dao Fruit.

He had lived through countless years and traveled across many worlds. Having experienced far more than ordinary people, he naturally did not fear a challenge.

A cultivator's heart, set on the Dao, would not be deterred by a little danger.

"Main God Hall, open the passage!"

After one final look at the Great Zhou World, Wu Ming turned without hesitation and gave the order.

[ Ding! Mobilizing Origin Power. Opening passage. Main God Hall preparing to traverse! ]

This time, he would not be sending over a mere avatar. Wu Ming himself would cross over—and even the entire Main God Hall would go with