Several thousand kilometers away, a figure darted swiftly through a winding, endless passage.
"I never thought I'd live to see the day when I could kill a Domain Lord—and a peak Domain Lord at that."
Chen Daolin sighed.
It had only been a little over thirty years since he left Earth. Back then, he had merely been a little fellow at the planetary level, yet now he could effortlessly kill a Domain Lord—not some weak Domain Lord, but a peak Domain Lord.
Such a Domain Lord could run rampant through a low-level cosmic civilization and rule as an overlord over a vast starfield.
At some point, Baruch had awakened. Hearing Chen Daolin's words, he mocked, "Kid, you're this happy over killing one Domain Lord? Only when you can kill Undying beings and Universe Venerables in the future will you be worthy of your fortune and the Inheritance Hall's cultivation."
In Baruch's eyes, was killing a Domain Lord even worth mentioning?
It was nothing at all.
Let alone Domain Lords—back when it had accompanied its master across the universe, even great Venerables had been slaughtered in droves. Those lofty, eternal ancient superexistences had to lower their noble heads before its master.
In that most ancient era, humanity had yet to rise, and some ancient beings now standing at the pinnacle of the universe had only begun to show their brilliance. Yet its master had already roamed the cosmic sea without restraint, invincible beneath the heavens.
In its eyes, its master's power and greatness could only be matched by humanity's earliest, long-vanished founder.
"Master fell too early. Otherwise, with His prestige, the Original Ancestor would never have had the chance to rise..." Baruch felt sorrow and regret in his heart.
Its master had been like the brightest shooting star in the night