The Hongmeng Parasite Art was the culmination of his life's work, yet this fellow had mastered it in the blink of an eye. Even the power he displayed when using it far surpassed his own.
Before his death, his true body could only transform into tens of millions of Hongmeng worms. Yet the man before him unleashed hundreds of millions at once, and their capabilities far exceeded those of the worms he had once manifested.
The way they bored through worlds with such abandon was utterly unlike the Hongmeng worms he knew.
"This is nothing!" Wang Xuan smiled, utterly unconcerned by the other's astonishment.
With a flicker, he transformed into hundreds of millions of Hongmeng worms and plunged into the depths of the seabed.
Following the method recorded in the Creation Heavenly Scripture and using the Hongmeng energy unique to the Hongmeng Parasite Art, he soon made a series of jumps through the void and entered an unfamiliar realm.
It was an independent little world. Silent and desolate—that was Wang Xuan's first impression.
Barely a hundred li across, it hung beneath the deep sea like a piece of amber forgotten in the river of time.
There was no sun, no moon, and no stars. The only light came from the scattered Creation Runes remaining on the stone walls. They flickered with agonizing slowness, growing dimmer each time they lit up, like dying candles in the wind that might go out for good at any moment.
An ancient, decaying aura permeated the air. Vast stretches of shattered white jade Dao platforms covered the ground, their cracks running from east to west.
The Ship of Creation!
An enormous wreck hung in the void at the center of the little world, so vast that its sheer size was suffocating.
Three thousand zhang long,