Hui Mei suddenly sprang up from the rock.
"Big Brother!"
Chu Yunshang clenched her hands even tighter, her nails digging into her flesh as blood seeped through her fingers.
Her lips trembled, and her voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible.
"Little Brother..."
Old Tuo lay in the Coffin, his clouded eyes fixed intently on that white ocean. His lips trembled, and his voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible.
"Young Master..."
Within the white ocean, bolts of lightning surged, collided, and intertwined.
The lightning seemed to have gained minds of its own, tearing, devouring, destroying.
They were searching for that man, intent on ripping Chu Tian to shreds and utterly erasing him.
Hui Mei was nearly suffocating. With such power, even a peak Myth would undoubtedly die, while even those in the Creation Realm would have to shed a layer of skin.
Yet Chu Tian was only at the peak of Emperor Venerable, and he had to endure such a trial.
"What the hell is wrong with this damned Supreme Heaven? Didn't they say Supreme Heaven had no consciousness?"
"Why is it targeting Big Brother?"
At the deepest part of the white ocean, a golden figure slowly rose amid the lightning.
His body was covered in scorch marks, a thread of golden blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. Yet his back stood straight, and his eyes still shone.
He raised his head toward the white lightning circling through the clouds, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly upward.
That curve was faint, so faint it was nearly impossible to see, but he smiled.
His voice emerged from the depths of the white ocean, every word exploding through the Starry Sky like thunder.
"Come."
Within the white ocean, Chu Tian slowly straightened.
The scorch