Chen Xuan had stood among the stars for less than a day when a response came from afar.
At the far end of the void, a faint black line appeared first, as though someone had lightly brushed a stroke of ink across the curtain of night.
The line rapidly expanded, splitting into a fissure. Devil qi as thick as ink poured out, churning and coalescing into a figure.
The newcomer was tall and thin, clad in a dark purple robe embroidered with countless twisted runes, each radiating Sovereign-level law fluctuations.
His face was as withered as a dried corpse, his eyes deeply sunken. Two dark purple flames flickered ceaselessly within them, contracting abruptly for an instant when his gaze fell on Chen Xuan.
"You're that old bastard Immortal's successor?" His voice sounded as though it had been dredged from a dry well, parched and hoarse, every word carrying the corrosive quality unique to devil qi. "Before he died, he kept shouting about some disciple, some successor. I thought it was a joke. I never imagined someone would actually stand up for him."
Chen Xuan sized him up.
A seventh-stage Sovereign, surrounded by seven halos of revolving laws. It matched the intelligence the Myriad Transformations Sovereign had provided.
He had no immortal artifact, not even an incomplete one. His seventh-stage Sovereign strength rested entirely on his own cultivation. He could be considered a formidable power on the Path to Immortality, but before the present Chen Xuan, he no longer measured up.
"The Immortal Sovereign died at your hands. Now I'll avenge him."
Chen Xuan stepped forward, each footfall landing on the void and sending out a ring of silver-gray ripples.
The Devil Race Sovereign sneered and raised his shriveled hand. A mass of dark purple devil light condensed in his palm,