So many days had passed.
Gong Ming and Gong Xue had both recovered considerably from their injuries.
They had high-grade Star Soul Artifacts protecting them, so they had suffered only mild backlash, which had shielded their Primordial Spirits.
By now, Gong Ming had recovered nearly eighty percent of his cultivation.
He stood on a green bamboo raft, suspended in the void, his hair fluttering in the wind.
Boom!
The aura of a Star Saint Sixth Heaven spread outward, his Great Dao covering nearly two hundred light-years.
What did a straight-line distance of two hundred light-years even mean?
A Sage Ninth Heaven would need decades to reach it, traveling day and night at peak speed without rest.
An ordinary Star Saint Sixth Heaven could cover only forty or fifty light-years with his Great Dao, or even less.
That showed just how terrifying Gong Ming was—a genius whose bloodline had already begun to return to its ancestral roots.
The chasms between each level of the Star Saint realm were no exaggeration.
Within the Star Saint realm, Gong Ming, a powerhouse of the sixth heaven, could be called an absolute Sovereign, a god!
With a single thought, the laws of the starry sky he commanded could decide whether countless lives lived or died.
Gong Ming sensed everything, catching scattered traces of aura. He looked as terrifying as a god of destruction.
The next moment, he vanished from where he stood.
When he appeared again, he was already a hundred light-years away.
His Star Saint Domain extended a hundred light-years, and within it, he could change positions with a single thought.
A hundred light-years in an instant—this way of traveling was faster than even an immortal ship.
Yet across the boundless universe, even this speed seemed insignificant.
Gong Ming knew that searching for Li