The Might of the Tribulation Body

Emptiness was an eternal stillness.

Shen Fan's figure appeared in a stretch of void within the Realm Sea. Tribulation Qi coiled around him, twisting and devouring all light and natural law.

He had just torn through the void and fled countless billions of miles from the domain where the Spirit Parasite Race dwelled.

The moment he stopped, he suddenly felt that he was being watched.

It wasn't the gaze of someone looking at him.

It was a pull of causality on a higher level—a formless thread spanning distant space and time, trying to lock onto his existence.

Shen Fan didn't even raise his eyelids.

The Tribulation Qi covering his body abruptly boiled, turning into a cloud of chaotic gray mist that swallowed him completely.

The causal thread trying to wind around him had barely touched the edge of the mist when the forces of destruction and annihilation within instantly corroded and erased it, severing it completely.

He clearly caught several muffled groans from the depths of distant space and time.

Though he had no idea who they were, he could guess their identities—

The Spirit Parasite Race's True Ancestors!

Shen Fan's heart turned to ice.

They'd found him so quickly, and had already begun divining his location?

And there was more than one of them. At least several True Ancestors had joined forces!

No wonder they were a True Spirit Great Clan. Their foundation was on another level!

Fortunately, his Tribulation Body was extraordinary. The Tribulation Qi it produced could also prevent others from spying on him.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so at ease right now!

Still, he could stop something like this once, but he couldn't guarantee he'd always be able to guard against the mysterious divinations of other True Ancestors.

The Spirit Parasite Race was, after all, a