Within a desolate starfield, Yang Fuji was bathing in starlight as he quietly pressed forward. Suddenly, his expression stiffened, and he stopped in his tracks.
The true essence within him was draining at a frenzied pace, pulled ceaselessly into the void and flowing toward the Reincarnation Hall. In just a few breaths, even his Dao Fruit began to waver. Vaguely, he felt his lifespan shrinking.
Clearly, the Reincarnation Lord God was reclaiming his power. A terrifying upheaval must have occurred within the Reincarnation Hall.
In an instant, Yang Fuji's gaze sharpened. He acted decisively, igniting his own Dao Fruit first, then turning to flee with all his might in the opposite direction from the Reincarnation Hall. Now, all he could do was hope that the range reached by the Reincarnation Lord God's power was limited.
To Yang Fuji's surprise, the dreadful force of devouring lasted only a short while before abruptly dissipating, as if an invisible, mysterious power had severed it.
Even so, he didn't dare pause for a moment. After a brief flurry of thoughts, he immediately changed course and headed toward the Divine Martial Great World.
He could sense that the Reincarnation Lord God was still alive. There was no guarantee the earlier calamity wouldn't happen again.
The Divine Martial Great World was the only region untouched by the Reincarnation Hall's influence. Perhaps there, he might find a sliver of hope.
If all else failed, he could still seize another body and be reborn, trying to start over!
The boundless starry sky.
Under the horrified gazes of countless reincarnators, an almost limitless giant hand descended, reaching toward the crystal stele that had stood at the heart of the Reincarnation Hall for eons.
The giant hand carried power enough to shake the river of time and space.