The Competition Begins

Although the entire Star River World now looked like the end of days, with destruction everywhere and Dark Matter running rampant, there was one place that seemed especially sacred, wreathed in rising misty radiance and flowing with auspicious light.

The Heavenly Venerable Primordial Chaos Lotus.

Originally, there had been nine Heavenly Venerable Primordial Chaos Lotuses there, suffused with a sacred and peaceful glow and giving off a faint, delicate fragrance. Just one breath of it made one clearly feel the cells in their body becoming active, as if they were about to step into a higher level of life.

Now, only six remained.

However, those three had not been picked by anyone. They had disappeared, turning into a rain of light that merged into the other six, making those six Heavenly Venerable Primordial Chaos Lotuses even more sacred.

Only when all the Heavenly Venerable Primordial Chaos Lotuses turned into a rain of light and fused into a single stalk would it become the true Heavenly Venerable Primordial Chaos Lotus. But few people would wait until the true Heavenly Venerable Primordial Chaos Lotus took shape, and they did not believe a true Heavenly Venerable Primordial Chaos Lotus would be born.

Boom.

Suddenly, the void rippled. Like a curtain, it was continuously folded and stretched, and an illusory figure appeared before one Heavenly Venerable Primordial Chaos Lotus, intending to pick it.

Yet the instant his figure appeared before that Heavenly Venerable Primordial Chaos Lotus, another figure had already arrived there ahead of him, blocking the figure in the void. At the same time, he formed a hand seal and reached toward the Heavenly Venerable Primordial Chaos Lotus.

"You're courting death."

The figure in the void was furious. This man actually dared to stop him. There were six lotuses now, yet he insisted