Supreme Saint Tianji

Then Chen Yan reached toward the corpse of the Imperial Void Saint.

He held his hand above the head of Supreme Saint of Imperial Void, about three inches from Bai Chen's forehead.

Then Chen Yan released his Spiritual Sense, hoping to read the memories that remained in the corpse of Supreme Saint of Imperial Void.

He slowly closed his eyes, sensing everything within his reach.

In an instant, Chen Yan's Spiritual Sense traveled from the shattered remnants of that continent to a pure white space.

There seemed to be nothing here—no above or below, no left or right.

Only pure white.

Chen Yan's Spiritual Sense took form there, and he cautiously paced through the white space.

With every step, gentle ripples of light spread across the "ground" beneath his feet, as if he were walking on a tranquil lake—or through the frozen River of Time.

This was the sea of consciousness that remained within the corpse of Supreme Saint of Imperial Void.

Chen Yan had planned to explore it and learn what Bai Chen, Supreme Saint of Imperial Void, had been plotting.

But judging by the situation, that seemed impossible now.

Though the corpse of Supreme Saint of Imperial Void still radiated the lingering might of a Sage, enough to withstand the Endless Sea's unchanging, age-old will, it seemed that the long passage of time had completely erased every memory left in his sea of consciousness.

Even so, Chen Yan was unwilling to give up just like that. He continued walking through the pure white space for a while longer.

Suddenly, a figure began to take shape in the boundless whiteness ahead, gradually growing more distinct.

It was not Bai Chen, Supreme Saint of Imperial Void, dressed in a white Daoist robe as Chen Yan had expected.

Instead, it was