"Come."
It was an unremarkable word, but spoken from a body thousands of zhang tall, it carried an indescribable pressure.
His cyan skin gleamed like divine iron, and every inch of his bones and flesh brimmed with destructive divine power.
He did not spare Shi Lan even a glance, as though she did not exist.
To a Supreme, a seventh-tier cultivator was no different from a crawling insect—something he could crush with a casual hand.
The White Tiger stared at the cyan giant before it. A terrifying pressure crashed over it like an avalanche, nearly choking it as every hair stood on end.
Yet the pressure bearing down on her did little to unsettle Shi Lan.
In terms of oppressive might, this unknown Supreme was nowhere near as formidable as the ancient God King she had encountered in Langya Grotto-Heaven.
As her thoughts turned, Shi Lan quietly activated the substitute-death puppet talisman she had drawn earlier, then connected her mind to the system.
The substitute-death puppet talisman could block one fatal blow. She wanted to try opening another spatial passage through the system the instant the talisman activated. Perhaps she could fight her way to survival.
As long as she entered the territory of the Lingyang Realm, she could preserve her life. A Supreme from outside who entered the realm could never escape the Lingyang Heavenly Dao's surveillance—and would be doomed to die!
"Why hasn't anything happened yet..."
In the starry sky, Yang Venerable stood with his arms folded atop a dead star. He tapped his armguard with one finger, staring into the barren reaches of space and occasionally glancing toward the Qiong Luo Realm, his brow tightly furrowed.
Buzz...
The silent starry sky rippled with invisible waves. In an instant, three realm gates appeared in the silver river,