"Just because you have mastered a Quasar God, you think you are already invincible under heaven?"
Before Wanli Tianzun floated a powerhouse nearing the Limit of Dao Integration. He too had a humanoid form, but stood even taller than a human; when upright, his hands nearly hung to the ground.
The Limit of Dao Integration's vermilion skin was already covered in angry welts.
Wanli Tianzun floated quietly above him—an immense humiliation to him. Yet the several black celestial bodies higher overhead, along with the seven-colored nebula brighter than sunlight, exerted an indescribable pressure upon him.
There had never been a record of a remnant clan controlling a Quasar God. Two hundred million years ago, the surviving Quasar Gods had existed more in the sense of "steam locomotives in a museum."
Moreover, aside from faster-than-light travel, which had safety restrictions and could not be used to directly harm others, the power of a Quasar God was not something that multiple Limits of Dao Integration could not withstand.
Before the Celestial-Human Civil War, this had held no meaning whatsoever.
After the Celestial-Human Civil War, however, every Quasar God had sunk into the Immortal Heavens. To venture deep into the Immortal Heavens over something a Limit of Dao Integration could resist was not worth the cost.
Whoever obtained a Quasar God became the target of every other Celestial Favored Clan's siege—this was the consensus reached by the Celestial Favored Clans.
Wanli Tianzun had realized this as well, which was why he had curled up and refused to emerge. Relying on the temporal and spatial peculiarities of the Immortal Heavens' Returning Ruins themselves, as well as the disturbances of residual Celestial-Human echoes, he avoided the ability of foreknowledge.
But now, every foreknower in the universe was striving to confront another, greater and more terrifying