Inside the Wilderness Divine Temple, after the others left, Shi Yongheng's figure slowly appeared in his seat. He watched them leave—no, he was watching Qin Yu.
"Qin Yu... I need to pick up the pace too."
Murmuring those words, he vanished from his seat and entered the secluded chamber to continue his contemplation.
Time passed, and three hundred years slipped by. A thick layer of dust had settled over him, yet neither his clothes nor his appearance had changed in the slightest during those three hundred years of cultivation.
Boom!
An unimaginably terrifying, razor-sharp energy surged out of Shi Yongheng like countless arrows, shooting in every direction. Disaster engulfed the entire Wilderness Divine Temple in an instant. Had the temple not contained it, it might have spread to the Wilderness Sacred City, or even the Wilderness Ancient Star...
Before long, the blasts of energy shooting in every direction began rushing madly back toward Shi Yongheng. Not only that energy, but also the Origin Spirit energy within the secluded chamber poured into his body, along with the Origin Spirit energy outside the temple.
At that moment, Shi Yongheng was like a vortex, devouring boundless energy.
In its place, an ancient, timeless aura that transcended time, space, and all existence emerged from him.
Rumble!
Suddenly, the sky darkened as though a world-annihilating calamity had arrived. Countless bolts of divine lightning shrouded the Wilderness Ancient Star.
Ignoring the horror of the cultivators in the Wilderness Starfield, Shi Yongheng flashed away and stood amid the desolate expanse of space.
Bolt after bolt of lightning crashed down, yet none could harm Shi Yongheng. After hundreds, or perhaps thousands of strikes, the divine lightning seemed to realize it could do nothing to him and retreated.
As Shi Yongheng stood in that desolate expanse, the powerful, sacred,