Yang Tianni stood with his hands behind his back, silently gazing at the distant heavens.
Two years ago, he and Bukui Daoist had gone to the Exile Continent in the Primordial Realm, where they discovered that the cultivators there far surpassed those of the Chaos Realm.
With his strength at the time, he could barely see through half of the Primordial Realm. That world was much stronger than he had imagined.
"Primordial Realm..."
Yang Tianni murmured, a flicker of burning yearning rising in the depths of his eyes.
All his life, he had loved venturing into perilous lands and settling grudges to his heart's content. He had always longed for a broader world.
Unfortunately, Heaven did not grant his wish. Now that he had completely fused with the Asura Divine Spark, the formidable laws of the Divine Realm bound him layer upon layer, while a grand formation sealed off the west.
In every direction to the west lay invisible shackles. No matter how he circulated his heaven-reaching battle power, he could not break through this prison of heaven and earth.
He had spent two years devising countless methods of escape, yet still could not find even the slightest way out.
"With a heart full of grand ambitions, yet trapped in this tiny corner—it truly is stifling."
Yang Tianni let out a long sigh, his brow filled with helplessness and melancholy.
"Divine Lord, you have stayed in the study for two years without stepping outside. Are you bored?"
As Yang Tianni was wallowing in helplessness, a White-Haired Old Man—tall in stature yet thin as a bamboo pole—approached from behind him.
Without turning his head, Yang Tianni replied listlessly, "Of course I'm bored. I simply cannot understand you cultivators of the Asura Divine Realm. You stay here all day and cannot leave—what