Ye Tian bared his teeth, then wielded the Myriad Transformation Star Grass and slashed repeatedly at the empty spaces around him.
In merely five attacks, he claimed five lives. The five Assassin Branch cultivators of the "Divine Tier" were all slain beneath Ye Tian's hand.
"You should retreat. You are no match for me," Ye Tian said sternly to the first cultivator who stepped forward. Then he became a streak of light and flickered into the crowd.
Faced with this god of slaughter, even "Divine Tier" cultivators could do nothing. How could lower-ranking cultivators like them possibly have any strength to fight back?
Even the array patterns they had painstakingly laid after repeated deliberation were effortlessly unraveled by Ye Tian.
In an instant, Ye Tian crushed the gathered cultivators with absolute strength. Amid such chaos, there were naturally fish that slipped through the net.
Yet Ye Tian had no strength to stop those cultivators. After all, it was a thankless and exhausting task.
Facing tens of thousands of cultivators had drained Ye Tian considerably as well. Of the six Pure Relics glowing with golden light, four had now dimmed.
"Zu Prefecture has been protected. Why have I not yet returned to the Peak of the Other Shore?" Ye Tian pondered, then recalled the two words in question.
"Stray thoughts." Only by dispelling his stray thoughts could Ye Tian trace back to the current stretch of time.
But what exactly were Ye Tian's stray thoughts? Perhaps even he himself did not know.
As Ye Tian gazed into the distant sky, four words silently surfaced in his mind.
"Ancient Five Constants." That was right, these were the stray thoughts in Ye Tian's heart! He had heard of them in ancient texts before, but he did not know whether they were real, and