The void of the Trial battlefield took a long time to slowly settle.
The space Shen Fan had torn apart, then True Saint Yuan Ji had shattered with a single palm strike, resembled a broken mirror. Under the mighty force of the laws, it struggled to repair itself.
True Saint Yuan Ji's enormous face, formed from billions of stars, still hung above the heavens.
His gaze was cold, devoid of the slightest warmth, fixed unyieldingly on the void that was still healing.
He got away?
A being he considered no more than an ant had killed the junior he valued most right in front of him, and then... gotten away?!
He had even taken a furious strike from True Saint Yuan Ji and survived!
The gigantic face of stars revealed no expression, yet every living creature on the Trial battlefield trembled in the dead silence.
Every survivor, no matter their race, lay prostrate on the ground, not daring even to raise their head.
It was as though the heavens themselves were about to collapse.
After a long while,
True Saint Yuan Ji's will finally stirred.
He didn't waste his time venting his fury at the void. It would have been pointless.
An invisible ripple spread out from him, sweeping across the entire Trial battlefield in an instant. It flowed upstream through the river of time, tracing the source of the fleeing aura.
He would find him.
No matter who he was or where he came from!
Countless threads of cause and effect intertwined in the void, while fragments of time appeared and vanished like dust.
Soon, True Saint Yuan Ji caught hold of a faint thread of causality.
It didn't point to Shen Fan himself, but to someone else.
Sacred Ancestor Pojun!
At that moment, Sacred Ancestor Pojun had no