The Hidden Sundial still hung high overhead.
Within the chessboard world that had already collapsed, Sun Yin faced a powerful enemy alone and, out of nothing, established an entirely new order.
That height representing the limits of transcendence was not beyond reach.
Fight for it with this life.
To climb this mountain... to climb this mountain!
Pfft!
The sound of a long blade piercing flesh.
Divine essence collapsed like a mountain flood, blood spraying wildly across the sky!
The upraised Convict Iron Lance skewered Sun Yin—his long hair whipping, his whole body wreathed in snow flames—and lifted him into the air!
At some unknown moment, Kuang Min had already appeared before Sun Yin. With a power Sun Yin had never been able to touch, he shattered his defenses and halted his ascent!
Nothing could stop Kuang Min.
Not the chessboard world, not the Hidden Sundial, not even Sun Yin's resolve.
It was the same somewhat sickly, gaunt face.
What Kuang Ming embodied was an intense killing intent, but Kuang Min bore a cold indifference and mockery that scorned all living beings.
"What did you take me, Kuang Min, for?"
"Some third-rate villain in a third-rate pulp novel?!"
"A hammer for you to forge yourself upon?"
"To wait for you to rise, wait for you to reach the summit, become your stepping stone, and make your heroic name?"
"In this age, are you the only one who has suffered? Are you the only protagonist because you have suffered?"
He held the long lance aloft in one hand, Sun Yin's Dao body dangling like a banner, fluttering through the air like a scrap of torn cloth! The corner of his mouth twisted, abruptly revealing a vicious snarl. "How dare you belittle my ideals, my faith, my life!"
Kuang Min's hand gripping the