Resurrection

An incredibly shocking scene.

A slap!

It was delivered with a gesture of pure humiliation, devoid of any visible energy fluctuations. The Kumin Nest, a colossal object measured in light-years, began to tumble through the starry sky. That graceful figure vanished in an instant, and with a single roll, the Kumin Nest disappeared from Guen's range of perception—clearly having tumbled over a distance exceeding one light-year.

That figure, who made the Origin Laws of the universe recoil, did not stop at all. With just one step and a wave of a hand, she vanished from before Guen and the others.

"Too profound, I can't understand it at all."

King Yimu shook his head. He didn't feel dizzy or overwhelmed; it was simply completely incomprehensible. If he could understand even a tiny bit, he might feel confused, but feeling nothing special meant he was just a layman watching the spectacle.

However, the trail left by the tumbling Kumin Nest, filled with violent energy capable of annihilating a Universe Venerable, reminded them that while it looked "harmless" to watch, in reality, that slap had shaken the very galaxy.

"It's fortunate I don't specialize in the path of Zerg beasts and left early. As for King Kuihu and the others..." Yingjun walked down from the upper deck of the Yilun Boat and shook his head.

Without a clone, self-detonation was equivalent to suicide.

"The powerful ones and the weak ones are fine; only those in the middle were trapped inside," Guen sighed.

The weak ones, like Yingjun, simply left directly. They had come to the Kumin Nest to try their luck and find some inspiration, and without the talent for it, they naturally departed early.

"I suppose I've gained something as well."

In the void, various powerful lifeforms watched the distant Kumin