Time flew by.
Another 1,700 years passed.
Xingchui Mountain Range, atop Lingxing Mountain.
A biting wind rose on all sides, whipping his dark black Daoist robe wildly through the air.
Jun Duzhao... or rather, Shen Xuanwei.
His expression was calm.
He had waited a very, very long time for this day.
And now, it had finally arrived as promised.
Shen Xuanwei gave a light leap.
The air around him began to warp violently, as though it were bearing some crushing pressure.
After a sharp whistle tore through the air, Shen Xuanwei vanished.
Behind him, the snow blanketing the mountains shuddered, and rocks split apart.
Countless shattered stones tumbled into the valleys below, sending up dull echoes.
A Void Return Realm cultivator.
In just a few breaths, he could easily cross the entirety of Kunwu Continent.
The sight before him was still an indescribable shock, even to Chen Yan, who had long weathered countless storms.
These were the corpses of ten saints, hanging from the ten fingers of the Mysterious Woman Statue!
And now, this Mysterious Woman Statue had also been restrained by some existence within the Space-time Fault...
His thoughts raced.
Chen Yan did not believe that the Mysterious Woman Statue had killed these True Purity Realm cultivators.
It seemed more like the work of "that existence" within the Space-time Fault.
And hanging the corpses of these saints from the Mysterious Woman Statue's ten fingers felt more like a provocation.
But directed at whom?
The Heavenly Monarch?
Then why Kunwu Continent? Why here?
The Three Thousand Realms under Heavenly Monarch Qingluo's command were so vast and boundless. Why had he happened to witness this scene?
That shriveled eyeball.
Once more, Chen Yan recalled that shriveled eyeball—the one that had ignored Mister You even after he became a saint, yet