If Shi Lan's cultivation had been sufficient, perhaps she could have used the imprints within these Supreme beings' remains to pinpoint the existence of those worlds.
Compared with the remains of these Supremes, the Daoist treasures hidden in those worlds might be of even greater value.
The Void, the Hall of Samsara.
A man clad in crimson armor edged with gold slowly walked out of the mission hall, looking somewhat dazed.
As the sole survivor of the Qiong Luo Realm battlefield, although the war mission had failed, his prior experience fighting a Supreme meant the Main God had not judged him to have fled in the face of battle.
As a result, not only had he escaped punishment, he had unexpectedly reaped a handsome harvest.
After leaving the hall, Yang Zun took a single step, crossing countless minor worlds to arrive beneath a Spirit Moon Tree.
Beneath the tree, a young man sat cross-legged. His face was deathly pale, as if he were gravely ill, his vitality faint.
"Thank you for the warning, Mr. Dongfang."
Yang Zun bowed, then noticed the man's poor condition and couldn't help frowning.
"Sir, what's wrong?"
Dongfang Yunqi slowly opened his eyes. The depths of his pupils seemed scorched by some mysterious power, leaving them a deathly white.
"I saw a glimpse of the future."
"What future?"
"The heavens shattered, the myriad worlds collapsed, and the universe returned to nothingness."
Dongfang Yunqi's words made Yang Zun involuntarily draw in a sharp breath.
He had no doubt about this prediction. The fact that he could stand here now was inseparable from the divination Dongfang Yunqi had made back then.
"When will this future arrive?"
"Not far off. In a few hundred thousand years, perhaps even sooner."
Dongfang Yunqi looked up at the sky, the corners