Ghostly Domain, Empty

Yellow Springs Land.

Yellow smoke curled upward, stirring the long river of years and revealing endless cause and effect.

One after another, phantoms of the years were plucked out.

The boundless Gray Mist World fell utterly silent at that moment.

The gray road had been severed, and not a single person could return from its end.

Countless gray-mist beings were terrified beyond measure.

"Were there such experts among the white-mist beings?"

"No... impossible..."

"He had clearly already vanished..."

Many Supreme Beings spoke.

Then a grand voice rang out:

"Do not contend. We are merely phantoms of the years that have been summoned. Return to the historical coordinates that belong to us and retreat at once!"

At once, the vast and boundless Gray Mist World withdrew.

It sank into the long river of years, returning to the original history of that Gray Mist World, never to appear again.

Only a few supreme powerhouses remained in spacetime!

The Celestial Master, the Supreme of Chess Dao, the Supreme of Buttocks Dao, the giant turtle, the Ancient Desolate hound, and others...

Seeing this, the Spacetime Worm was completely dumbfounded.

It had summoned an entire era—an entire stretch of spacetime... yet it had actually been suppressed.

"What kind of person is at the end of all those paths?"

"With a single casual word, he made even the gray road unable to return..."

The Spacetime Worm trembled, trembling uncontrollably.

Could such an existence truly exist in this world?

At that moment, the Ancient Desolate hound had already turned to look at the Spacetime Worm.

The Spacetime Worm immediately panicked and cried out in terror:

"No... don't kill me..."

"I've already sent word to the Broken Lost Land. The gray mist will come. Keep me alive—I'm the ancestor of a race. Keeping me alive will be useful